a passion that burned
not with fire but with love.
there was something sinister in his eyes
a passion that burned
not with fire, but with corruption.
there was something tragic in their eyes
a passion that burned
not with fire, but with despair.
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
I love this one. I like how you contrast them against each other and then bring them together to make something different. I feel like it is pretty spot on when it comes to the dynamics of separate people and then together.
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