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a perfection that he would never touch again

now, i understand why i also admire him 

he who freely dances with the shadow but his gaze is not far from the memories of the past

when he promised that he enjoyed the warmth of the light 

i admire his soft words which turned out not only to the light

i admire the series of poems he sent every time the light began to dim 

and he was too kind because he is not only good to the light