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I think 'so, this is death' and wonder why
I can still see through my eyes. An angel
approaches with a feedback form asking
how I'd rate my life (very good, good,
average, bad, very bad) and I intend to tick
'average' followed by a rant then I recall
your face like a cartoon treasure chest
glowing with gold light, tick 'very good,'
and in the comment box below I write
"nice job.' The angel asks if I enjoyed
my stay and I say 'Oh yes, I'd definitely
come again' and he gives me a soft look
meaning that won't be possible but thanks
all the same, clicks his pen and vanishes.