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You came in gently and still stirred chaos I couldn't escape. Your eyes — they held, a quiet pull I couldn't fathom, a phantasmagorical realm where reality seemed nonexistent. A smile so demure, where lies the shade of serenity, and in the midst of dismay, your grace brought bliss. And though I long to speak the truth, I find myself lost in your presence, where words are frail, and stillness is the language.