A boy sits in his hectic mental lane waiting for the nothing to come. Where finally his mind is released and feels empty but not alone. Weightless and gone from the everything. The wind blew, shuffling the branches, he, hardly noticing felt the oncoming of the nothing and the wind was in the way. -M. Taggart
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Wonderful, Matt ! Thank you.
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Thank you for taking pleasure in this piece
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Liked and shared to my social, and flipped to the “Poetry in blogs” MaG. Thank you.
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