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Like a bug on a windshield I’m splattered A dirty, unwanted mark On an otherwise pristine surface Unnoticed, I blend in with all the others But maybe one day, this car will stop, I’ll peel myself off And I’ll fly away.

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Rylierose

30 / Gender Fluid / American

For You?

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Rylierose

30 / Gender Fluid / American

Published: Sep 19, 2011
LinesWords: 1041

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