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Sep 2016
Your purrs echo in the sound of mud bubbling you lick your paws to taste where you have been your meows are the design of your trapped lives your whiskers graze upon each touched sigh hiss hiss tiny gentle feline fuss **** shall not put up with much walk away tail high walk away from the last of each 9 lives
give me a purr meow
Erik Totten
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Erik Totten  39/M/Whittier California
(39/M/Whittier California)   
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