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When I'm fading into a ghost
Barely existing
Just a wisp holding on
In the back of the mind
Like a tendril of smoke
Caught
Momentarily
On someone's clothes
Before drifting away
Dispersing into oblivion
I am pulled back
Solidified again
By a sparkling moment
Crisp and bright
Crystalline like the
Enchanting appearance
Of Venus in the sky
After sunset
And I am not gone
I was here all along
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