Victims of the Heart

  Not fireflies but lightning-bugs,

  lonesomely flickering in the dark.

  Their static-charged wings

  cursing them

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  to forever be apart.

  But for the few that fail to heed

  cruel Nature’s warning

  bolts,

  paired bodies fall to

  cratered grass.

  Victims of the heart.

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  500 letters? I don't know.

  I'm adding words until I hit it,

  but in a spoiler so it won't show.

  Because I

  am a very serious poet.