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Do you know it takes a ton of things to shave my head 

A twin blade, 

  I will use it to rummage through first

   Thick as some foliage growing unhinged and dauntlessly

    On the fertile scalp, as if nothing and no one can ever remove it

      And some of it does come right off, especially the sides

A classic razor,

    The one you gifted, knowing my love of being an environment conservationist

      Twin blades are bad, plastic, not recycled, bad, bad, bad, I often have said

        But the classic razor is a double-edged one figuratively and literally

           It may help for the back and center 

            But then I always manage to have my pinky cut on it

A shampoo,

    In between the lush going away and the baldness appearing

        the razor is caught and often chokes like I usually do

         The shampoo helps to make it slide right off

            I always wonder between the washes on if I can shampoo my heart

               Then continue shampooing my hair washing away the cuts

                 It hurts, not just the process, but the scalp, the hand, and the heart

A hurt,

     What a surprise that is not even one, I love my hair

        I love my hair, I love my hair, I love my hair

         I love my hair because you love my hair too

          Then I think, if you are not here, what is it here to

            All it does is taunt me of wanting to entangle in yours

             All I have is that exact thing missing from my life 

               So a hurt is quite the need to eradicate all beauty

A shower,

       So the scalp can hurt when it's shaved, quite often by the self

          I advise no one should undertake this sordid deed

            The water can help you mask the tears of this undoing 

               Yet the mirror will taunt you and reflect the redness of your eyes

                  you can take as long as you want, standing in the water

                    unless someone you know, like I do reprimands you in memories

 A mirror,

         A mirror is vital we all agree, it is self-explanatory 

           You can't always guide you hands on something so sensitive as a scalp blind

             Besides it helps you to remind you of all that your worth is, for you, for them

               And for being rid of something so precious as my own hair, it's a force

A regret,

       That could be subjective, not to me though for I am pragmatic

         Nothing stirs the mind's cauldron like a ladle of regret and loss

            And mine was thankfulness to my genes while I curse my fate 

             For in my life, to love and forever fail is the only permanence.