Lights
Was it under a dim light
Or a bright one
We kissed so longingly
Our need for love turned into a plight
This plight of the soul
Turned into pain
She turned into a downpour of rain.
This soul's warning
Turned into a writing
Of about many chapters in many books
The brain's lights contributed
When the talented brains
Fired through many synapses
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