She lingers here, but she's not there (with a poem)

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In hues of pale, she walks the night,
A ghostly form in endless white,
Her dress a canvas, but shadows play,
For colors twist and then betray.

Her eyes, dark wells, a silent plea,
Yet look too long, and you won't be free,
She lingers here, but she's not there,
A phantom lost in vacant air.

One touch, and you’ll be swept away,
Into the void where echoes stay,
A scream that never graced the ear,
Her secret held, forever near.

Where she must go, no soul can trace,
An endless path, a vanished place.