Feet on the grass

My coat is hanging in the solitary locker
And misses my action and sweat.
My purple gloves lie lifeless
In a forgotten bin.
I left my exoskeleton and can now freely walk
On the dewy grass.

The day the rain fell heavily

Walking in the rain I miss my coat,
the white and unbreakable cocoon from the outside
keeps me warm and confident on the inside.
Long sleeves to let the stress and bad outcomes
pour down.

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