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6d
My lunches are loud
Friends gather around
To talk and chat
But to me
They’re quiet
And I hate that
I miss
The feeling
Of your presence
And those few times
You would visit my table
And I hate
The feeling you left me with
That lingering sense
Of your absence.
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Maniac4luv  14/Agender/USA
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