he walked in with the calmth of the ocean,
when he spoke, the fire in his eyes was put to shame by his words
he seemed to flow in with a passion that was almost infectious,
his confluence implored sensuality,
the functioning of his grey matter, imponderable,
it was his mind that made him impatient.
he came like a strong gust of wind,
threatening to wind us up, along with him,
he left like a zephyr,
his euphonious aura leaving a void that never will be filled.
we will miss you
good luck
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