Golden Gates
A peaceful sleep
Waking up in an empty hall way with two doors
Go into one there is complete darkness
Leave the room and find a door with glowing lights
Open the door and you’re blinded by the brightness
There he stands smiling down at you
A door appears and he walks in never to return
Tears begin to stain your eyes
His final words
“ Good- bye friend”
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