Putting on a new head,
like I would a helmet.
New cords connected.
New juices to flow within.
Learning to roll my tongue,
as new words come out.
Making my lower lips dance,
to tunes just learnt.
Crocheting the string of foreign words,
one loop at a time.
Waiting for the path to wind,
I tighten my helmet strap.
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