Hi, I am Random Poet, and I write poems in my free time, so do have a look.
First steps into the dark hall.
The first phrase starts with an echo
of the beating rhythm of taps on the ground
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A car glides through the tarmac with maroon streaks
Along a maze; yet the heart can see through
The blindness of this powerful rush of adrenaline,
Across a maze; which takes the eye into hypnosis.
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