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Ryan Vallee 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 Feb 2017
We could breathe in

Our bubble, steaming the sides
And float like hotel soap

In the ocean. Who knows,
Maybe one day we'll land.

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