Poetry
The crispy clean keys; The desk,monitor,and computer. All the footsteps make the adrenaline rush in me and in my mind. Every time I come back I always get surprised; My friends,and my enemies I see them all, I taste the astounding win. Only two left as I walked into the inn; I see one he walks passed, the table, cabinet, and the fireplace I walked up to the man with a decent pace. Then he got eliminated and it wasnt…