An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore your chest, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart.
You will never understand this in a true and literal meaning. Your desire is a shower of sparks, ephemeral and gone. The heat of the earth does not even notice its presence.
You were, though. Maybe you're still a step ahead for now, but they'll be catching up. After all, L's the one with the community backing him, and that's a lot of people who can tell him what you're up to...
But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust:
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Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore your chest,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
You will never understand this in a true and literal meaning. Your desire is a shower of sparks, ephemeral and gone. The heat of the earth does not even notice its presence.
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[[...aheheh. Oh god, but he would, wouldn't he.]]
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Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
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