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I need a beta reader for this poem that I wrote and kind of like but it's super rough. Also, it's a little emo. But I think I'm allowed that?

I have discovered a door
At the end of a long hallway,
Lit intermittently so that
Bright pools of light are
Buffeted by uncertain shadows.

Still, the journey there was worth it.

I have discovered a door
That I recognized from stories
And glimpsed in my dreams
But never seen with my own eyes;
It looks different from my expectations.

That was likely why it took me so long so open it.

My decision shimmered like a desert mirage
Shivering in and out of existence
So that I was moving towards it
Even when I could no longer see it.
I would not open it; I could not.

But my hand reached for the handle anyway.

I was drawn forward, each step
A more wonderful conflict
Filling me with equal parts
Joy and pain, a warm ache
Centered in the vicinity of my chest.

And finally, I opened the door.

Inside were great rooms,
So lovely and open;
They sat in waiting
to be filled with whatever
furnishings I could imagine.

I loved them immediately, and longed to make them full.

Yet when I turned around,
The door had shut;
I was too late, I waited too long.
The great rooms were mine,
but I found I had nothing to put in them.

From floor to vaulted ceilings, these rooms will stay empty.

The echo of my voice the only sound
that will enter them,
the reflection of twilight
on bare floors, the only light
that will shine in them.

And in my heart, a vast, bare emptiness opens up to match.
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