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DIPThe friends I friended do not show.One by one, yellow leaves, they text—the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow—sad emoticons of their faces.One by one, down an arpeggio, they textSee you Monday. I will face them andas alwaysand
and
my face.
I'll say, Forget about it. I understand.On Monday I will have to face them andthe snow, the snow, the snow, the snow.I'll say, Forget it. Really. I understandthe friends I friended did not show.
From Personals (2012) by Ian Williams.
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