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Lost Friends
No friends.
Hunger.
Take the last french fry.
Again and again.
A car filled with friends.
I sat on the bench.
Give them a wave from a car with tinted windows.
It’s not them.
I wanted to go to the mall with them.
You can’t make them share.
Not even a piece of gum.
Nothing.
Friends go to college.
I didn’t.
Friends are like lions.
They only roar when they want to.
I could never wear college sweatshirts or hats.
I never went there.
Like a car filled with friends, sharing fries.
I never went there, after all.
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Angelica Tao
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