Every corner and every angle
They're all so narrow, they begin to strangle
Fitting in this so called space
My eyes would never meet their face.
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Fate Unchosen
PoetryBirth of a mind led to the hands of fate. Fate decides for this conscious mind, never the mind itself.
Corners
Every corner and every angle
They're all so narrow, they begin to strangle
Fitting in this so called space
My eyes would never meet their face.
