Night Lights
Even now
a claim as broken chance,
missed arrows by Cupid,
I've no luck,
budging reluctant heaven,
For my holy flower,
my ardor,
my night lights
As the rigid wheels
chills my feverished brows with,
loneliness,
I understand that only
one spark,
To ignite intractable hearts,
to misty date
My dream lover,
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