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.
He said You're like a feather, blown around by the wind. And though surprised, She hadn't questioned him. These were the first wor...
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