P.L.R.

Your promises, like records,
Aren't meant to be broken
but scratched with a pinprick into my skin
until I sing, sing, sing...




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'Why not think up an actual fursona', I said.

'It'll be fun!!', I said.

One 'quick doodle' and hours later and I...sort of have one? They've got some of my heart in them, no doubt.