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Sep 2011
Bug
Like a bug on a windshield
I’m splattered
A *****, 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.
Rylie Rose
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Rylie Rose  30/Gender Fluid
(30/Gender Fluid)   
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