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.
1 I've been summoned The headmaster's voice is Unusually quiet It's about your poem On war I'm scared because I'm lo...
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