I collapse into myself again and again.
Like looped footage of the twin towers,
each time I try to tell it all.
I am too tall from your touch
too embarrassed to speak.
I don't have to wait, but I will.
I try to say this with my mouth
but I fail, I fall.
It is something I can't explain. No one's hair makes me happier.
No one holds me better.
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