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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
Corners,
They are what make up and enclose spaces, suffocating, wrapping when entered
But lonely, for not noticed
Not loved
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