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He was beautiful
Words like destiny, holding him up to unattainable heightsUnmoved by words, unsold on dreamsCraving for a hand to hold, he never lived; aloneUncomfortable in his own skin, he was made perfectGod’s voice serenaded millions through himHis light still shines today – his body of work a cultural heritageSeparation anxiety weighs heavyHe was his own man,…