Lighting Lamps

I was going to light lamps
But it did not feel like that.

The cotton wicks clung like lovers.
It pained to tear them apart.

They came in threes or fives;
they were not couples.

And I had to choose two,
reshape them a little, soak and drown them in oil
and light them.

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