Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.
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Yukio Mishima
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Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.

By Yukio Mishima

True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

By Yukio Mishima
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