Gate I see the gate looming on the horizon, Taunting me with its possibilities. It laughs at the sun with its dark facade. It rises higher, dragging a trail of dreams behind. And it is no longer a gate, but a cage that encloses me, reeling in my desperate spirit as it tries to break free. I see beyond the confinement, there is beauty in the rusted newness, there is elation in the undiscovered corners. I see the cage, And it stands firm.
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