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Four corners room...
In the quiet of my four cornered space,
A world unfolds, a hidden place,
Where comfort reigns, but danger lurks,
A paradox of solace, where silence smirks.
The walls embrace, a cozy shroud,
Yet stifling whispers grow too loud,
The comfort that once cradled dreams,
Now suffocates with silent screams.
Each corner holds a piece of me,
Yet each confines, a subtle plea,
For freedom's touch, a breath of air,
To break the chains of comfort's snare.
In this room, a world does bloom,
But comfort here can be a tomb,
A paradox of safety, yet it chills,
My world inside my four cornered hills.
Deman C
© All Rights Reserved
A world unfolds, a hidden place,
Where comfort reigns, but danger lurks,
A paradox of solace, where silence smirks.
The walls embrace, a cozy shroud,
Yet stifling whispers grow too loud,
The comfort that once cradled dreams,
Now suffocates with silent screams.
Each corner holds a piece of me,
Yet each confines, a subtle plea,
For freedom's touch, a breath of air,
To break the chains of comfort's snare.
In this room, a world does bloom,
But comfort here can be a tomb,
A paradox of safety, yet it chills,
My world inside my four cornered hills.
Deman C
© All Rights Reserved
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