I’m a tiny room that’s not for sleep, I guard your shirts and secrets deep. You visit me but never stay, I eat your mess at least, that’s what you say. What am I?

A slender path for unseen whispers, binding worlds and unlocking doors, its dance is both rigid and flexible, a conductor of silent conversations.

I'm the silver curve that takes a swoop. You might do this when feeling cuddly. I'm the only one welcome in a liquid group, Because who gives a fork? I don't.

There's only ONE of these around. Not because it's hard to find, but rather it's more one of a kind. If you are you from my perception, then I am this, from own reflection.

Beware of the giants They've monstrous ways They'll tear you in half And then lift you towards space One after another They'll rip off your lungs To inquire of the spirits If love found their one Your brothers and sisters Lie dead in their hair Beware of the giants, My beauties, beware