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.
that linger like a perfume, Old songs on repeat, What's that on the flip-side - Are the lyrics bittersweet ?
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