Oh my god, of course. A bat. That's what my fursona would be. It seems so obvious in retrospect
Now that I've figured that out, the ideas are flowing
Purpose-built for wrong
- she/her
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thousands are sailing
the same self the only self
self willed the peril of a thousand fates
a line of infinite ends finite finishing
the one remains oblique and pure
arching to the single point of
consciousness
find yourself
starting back
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