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Annie Murphy
Hand-mades
Last night I dreamed of a hot pink cheetah boy. We sat on a grassy hill, lit by stars and the glow of his pipe. I ran my fingers through his silky mane & allowed them to continue on their descent down his plush spine. He loved me instantly, like I'd saved him long ago, & now it was his turn. I sat there stroking his pink fur like there was no where else I'd rather be.
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