when you’re the least
liked by no fault
of your own —
you’d think it would
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sour you completely
over the prospect
of friendship
it really doesn’t
— simply forces
you to realise
depth of specialized
focus
not everyone
is established
to walk a path
ravaged not only
with thistles
but mirth
some brick
roads are just
that brick
— others are lined
with carefully
laid popeye chews
solidified
with warm
molasses
grout
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