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At the river
She sank hear head
To hear the stones turning over
Rolling down the riverbed
She let it carry her down
Until she forgot her own name
Then walked out of the water to
A field of little heads
On twenty six gas stations
She wrote her name
Places to remind her
Of that Chinese ceremonial dress
She reached an island
On a high tide day
There she searched for shelter
With all the little heads
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