He shrugged it on,
It being the hug of a coat
found in the middle of a rail
amongst other men's shirts.
Heavy, the collar gently chafed
the back of his neck
cleaving to its materials.
The weight of another man's coat
Hanging from his shoulders.
Troubled soul in a landscape, Muted colours, soft, open strokes, Sometimes wild, He paints for love, For life, For hope And tries to reb...
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