Her words like silk,
Her kindness a balm to my soul;
Lost in her embrace,
On forgotten streets we stroll.
A spell she weaves,
A peaceful enchantment of grace;
Her eyes, a loyal guide,
In this soundless, tranquil place.
Her tears fall like rain,
A butterfly's desperate cry;
I stumble for an answer,
Unsure if this is truth or lie.
If this is real,
Or a figment of...
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