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1. sasori (lain@kawen.space)'s status on Tuesday, 29-Jan-2019 08:17:50 JST sasori
   Cute!
   
   
   
   
   
   I've been informed I can say it as much as I like
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   • バツ子（喉痛いよX_X (shmibs@tomo.airen-no-jikken.icu)'s status on Tuesday, 29-Jan-2019 08:22:11 JST バツ子（喉痛いよX_X

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     @lain
     every time, growing stronger ^_^
   • バツ子（喉痛いよX_X (shmibs@tomo.airen-no-jikken.icu)'s status on Tuesday, 29-Jan-2019 08:27:28 JST バツ子（喉痛いよX_X
     @lain
     Puppies see low.
     No higher
     Do their dreams go
     Than the toes of trees,
     Than the ankles of men,
     Than the knees
     Of nettles.
     They aspire
     To attune their tongues
     To the taste of boots,
     Their noses
     To the smell of spiders,
     Their lungs
     To a kitchen breeze.
     They know why
     The worms coil.
     They know when
     The ants pause.
     For them the cricket's prose is
     A sonnet of fire.
     For them the snails write
     Sufficient laws
     Across the seamed
     And crumpled soil.
     　But they tire
     　Of their knowledge soon.
     　Their wisdom settles
     　At the world's roots.
     　Their eyes toil
     　Not up the rungs
     　Of light.
     　For them the hanging fruit's
     　Frail globe encloses
     　No jewelled spoil.
     　For them the late bird's tune
     　Is the song of a liar.
     　And of the flowery sky
     　The puppies know
     　Only the petals
     　Of fallen roses
     　That in the dung's
     　Foul quicksand lie—
     　Unseated riders
     　Of steeds undreamed,
     　Of wingéd steeds that fly
     　About the oblivious moon.