I entered a room
and saw a girl
sitting on a chair.
She looked at me
with transparent eyes,
as if I wasn't there.
By the white moonlight
which lit the room,
frozen there in awe,
I stood a while
as the air grew chill,
amazed at what I saw.
I held out a hand
and touched her face,
a second at most.
She drew a breath
with a sudden start -
as if she'd felt a ghost.
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