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Matt Taggart

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Matt Taggart

Abstract

Poem

Poem

1 min
160

It’s coldest in the mornings without destiny;

As snow cascades down, covering everything with silence.


Evergreens soft needles bend

As we pull blankets tighter around our needs.



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