i hate this game of favourites
dashing
pink-cheeked and flustered
especially when observing
brings you envy
with intoxicated words
meant for others
seep through skin and bone
infiltrate
infecting thoughts
adding to my self-doubt collection
even when
on the fringe of best
still second-best
at best
oh, and did i mention
snobbery?
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