I'll bet you don't even know
that you're the favorite
I've finally decided
that special honor
isn't due to
an open door
Maybe it's that
unwavering gaze
straight into your
audience's heart
Or as mother
described you
so soft, so warm
so huggable
I hate to admit
learning your status
hurt me
Why should it?
Because
I thought it was me
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