My corner, my palace; A personal quarters
Here, two is a crowd, the triangle of my hands
Accurate bearing for loneliness
This warmth soothe not two
The air here is private; My Diaspora in a corner
These walls I trust to tell it all
Answering with the voice of silence
Owner of my comfort
Lock out the crowd and leave me to thee
Chamber of my privacy
The edifice I so adore
This solitude I dearly treasure
Trap me in thy embrace
My freedom you hold tight
Of which I wish not to collect
In this dark I find my light
My corner, my palace
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