Heather and I were up late and for some reason this kinda came to me. Maybe it was because I was really sleepy. Maybe it was some cold medicine. I don't know.
UNFINISHED SENTENCES
Where do the words of unfinished sentences go?
Are they pushed up against curbs and left for the sweeper?
Do they gather in the air and fall down like sleet?
Where do the words of unfinished sentences go?
Are they left by the door like a wet umbrella?
Are they piled on the shoulders of the ones not speaking them?
Where do the words of unfinished sentences go?
Are they chewed and swallowed to be spewed at a later time?
Are they scribbled in a diary to be read and re-read?
Where do the words of unfinished sentences go?
Are they tattooed on the brain across an ink banner?
Do they die quietly, forever silent?
I think the answer is "Yes"
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