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The beauty of oblivion

Leaving work late and tired. Halfway I am scared of someone. Oops, it's nobody. It's just a coat they left in. Has anyone forgotten there like this? Or did anyone see him on the floor and put him there for not supporting a mess? Whose coat is it? What was the mental mess of those who left him? I don't know, I just know it's beautiful. It looks like poetry.