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furr of my skin
hair on his head
embracing all in
together have led
my paws and his fingers
are tapping differently
the sensation that lingers
can be feel automatically
he is a human
and i am an animal
we're fighting in a fish can
but destined coincidental
mortal beings
with deep feelings
different greetings
from us oh skinnies
my hooman's embrace
is something that i want
it gives me a place
in his upper lap front
i roll, i crawl
and all he do is "aw"
he just acts stupid
like being shooted by cupid
it's funny sometimes
to see hooman mad
especially when i poop three times
in his project sheet pad
he'll choke me a little
which make me strangle
but if i die
his life will be a struggle
i will never leave hooman
from the rest of my life
i'll love him as i can
even he'll get a wife
the memories that we have
is someone i will not be placed
from the love of my be half
our happiness and grace
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