The red jumper is the only thing I keep
The rest is gone
Visions of crimson as I go to sleep
A blanket of unbiased security
Locking me away
Clouds of insecurities
Why not throw it
Haul it into the skip
To forget every
Last
Thing
The truth lies in the stitching
Hidden in the scarlet cotton
The truth about the red jumper
Is that we all own one
The truth about the red jumper boasts vulnerability
sensibility
My choice to ignore at the best of my ability
The red jumper is something I shouldn’t keep
The rest is gone
And if it too finally vanishes
At long last I can sleep.
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