The expression he wore-
boredom, abysmal
"faking it for you, honey!"
cool effort disguise.
Pity masked affection,
inflection clear to
sharper, like groaning minds.
Read em and weep
entries - logging many
fruitless hours cataloging
the inane and natures
of poor context.
You remain an adult-
toiling, wailing,
the hope it all
works out with
zero effort, feet
in the air,
swollen eyelids,
heavy cylinders
spelunking to
the depths of
your despair:
a loaded, lopsided
mystery unraveling
into nothing's abyss
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