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.
Writing's not a comfy chair Alan Bennett said And I thought A person's not a house Character's not clothes Love is not a bun...
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