Someone else's clothes

 

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. 



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