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Body half buried in sand,
still it's lolling its tongue.
Over this invertebrate's head,
pebbles and brine rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, flowing,
flowing,
ah so quietly as a dream flowing.

— Sakutarō Hagiwara Cat Town (2014)

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Poetry is neither a mystery nor a symbol nor a demon. Poetry is nothing more than a lonely consolation for the owner of a sickly soul and a man of solitude.

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Why can't one love with one's body those whom one loves with one's heart?

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A person, individually, is always terribly lonely forever and ever.

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Suppose a mechanical man has a feeling? It will be nothing but boundless sorrow.

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When I think of poetry, I become teary, without meaning to, because of the wretchedness of human sentiments.

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