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"My gaze lingers on Malachi, seated with a companion,
His laughter dances through the air, a melody that mocks.
He glances about, his eyes sparkling with mischief,
A jester in the court of my thoughts.
My jaw tightens, a fortress against the tide of hurt,
Yet I remain still, a silent observer in this masquerade."