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Feb 2017
I feel like we're the only ones left here.

Your friend is on the floor, black-nyloned
Legs spilling into acute angles. Heels off,
Laughing at how fast she fell backwards.

Other than yelling, all I could say was that
I love you very much, and we all laughed
At that too.
Ryan Vallee
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Ryan Vallee  Michigan
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