In shadows deep, where whispers fade,
A quiet space where trust is made.
No eyes, no ears, no prying hands,
Just silent doors and peaceful lands.
A veil unseen, a sacred place,
Where thoughts can wander, free of grace.
For privacy, a gentle art,
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