thoughts like tumbleweeds
gather around memories sharp as cactus needles
Polaroid pictures snapped so quickly
of moments gone before the photo develops
half painted portraits and half full cups of coffee
nothing is quite the same when left unfinished
this half digested conversation doesn't sit well
and the half hearted responses are too hard to swallow
but my determination breeches all social niceties
and the bags under my eyes speak all too loudly
for the nights I've spent searching for remedies
to this fatal disease called unfinished business
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