we're passing into phantom lands
your hand in mine, can't touch
our palms pass through, each holds
the other's shape
so faithfully
so much
in love
will fade?
as light streams through
your soul to mine
I'm tinted blue
you smile a tear
your face to me
you turn and see
and see and see
right through
my skin and hair
stained glass
fades into clear
and melts to past
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