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i do not try to teach, usually.
that's a lie. it is part of the light side
that i keep guarded that i wish to share
what morsels i have gleaned with any who
can taste them. in this being's case, it is
direct transfer of lessons, of words,
guiding him through caves;
you, my fatal_flower, have danced with me,
and we both have been rejuvenated in our
bloody play. you danced me to the point
in scarlet spiral that i needed to be
in order to intercept this burgeoning mage,
you have restarted springtime to
thwart untimely greying, and you have
delighted me beyond words.
though i have written poems for many a person,
only occasionally have any been written for me,
and never in such artful exchance, nor so
close to the quick, so vital and dark and free.
once again, my fondest thanks, darling doar.
but i'm afraid band-aids are only occasionally
offered from this peddler of intense curiosities.
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