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The Lowly Sighs of Exasperation

The door is open, unlocked
freshly scrubbed and sober
subtle hints
of amber and lavender

Maybe you warrant this
and maybe you do not
what exactly is my higher purpose?
besides wallowing away on this cot

And you can go rot
if this is another ploy
'you're my boy'
high time to be annoyed

Supposed to be budding partners
through thick and thin
to the highest of highs
to the lowly sighs of exasperation

Shit stains on the bed sheets
stains on the couch
the explosion in the bathroom
can't take much more

Waited far too long
to watch it all go wrong
still putting forth my best effort
no call to throw down and cowardly desert

mathiasthom
written 7/11/18
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