Sentimentos a esvairem-se
numa poça de sangue.
Livros cortados,
texto desaparecido.
Bizarro modo
influências majestosas
redefiniram-me um rumo.
Emoções alheias
que invadem
e tomam o seu lugar.
Tudo tem o seu momento,
e todo o momento tem o seu tempo.
O teu acabou.
How greyish of me.
"His own nature had revolted against the excess of anguish that had sought to maim and mar the perfection of its calm. With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude."
The Picture of Dorian Gray
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