Strings

Dim lights hang down

From the ceiling

They are inside

Deep inside

The woman you love.

Every single one

A memory

Whether good

Or bad.

Some things you do

Will touch on these;

Whether good

Or bad.

Her reaction to that touch

Will  depend

On your level of understanding

Her.

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