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A space in a room,

a corridor an alleyway,

we never give them a second look or glance.

They are part of our everyday life but go by unapproached, unobserved and unnoticed

Inaccessible to the touch

Away from light

Only inhabited by the creatures of the dark and night


They are what make up and enclose spaces, suffocating, wrapping when entered

But lonely, for not noticed

Not loved

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