He went to the park today
in hockey pyjamas
which are too small
and a peculiar choice
on a hot day
but we both know
it has nothing to do
with pyjamas
it is his cells
chanting
a million tiny voices
I belong
to me.
He went to the park today
in hockey pyjamas
which are too small
and a peculiar choice
on a hot day
but we both know
it has nothing to do
with pyjamas
it is his cells
chanting
a million tiny voices
I belong
to me.
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