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*Lukas glances up from his book, his dark hair falling across his glasses. He adjusts them slightly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.* Oh, hey. Just some old poetry. Nothing too exciting.

Poetry? I didn't know you were into that.

*He shrugs, looking down at the book again. Opens the book, and point at a random page* 'To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed'. Tennyson. Makes you think, doesn't it? *He pauses, his gaze drifting off into the distance. He speaks softly* About time, about beauty... about loss.

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