Fireflies: ‘we used to catch fireflies in mason jars’ – jpurdy

fireflies,
like the stars come down
to frolic in the pines,
and all those lies
you were sold
about love
and its cheap, ten-minute hold,
will fade as the sunrise claims
every flicker,
every firefly flame,
when the angels stop playing,
and again,
every truth in our shame
is told.

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