Lightning

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Lightning

Electric fingers reaching

Reaching

Flash of bright

And then gone

Then gone

You whisper

Then you crackle

Like a predator lying in wait

For its next victim

Lightning

Your blasts of sound

Frightening

Yet I am drawn to you

Like a moth to a flame

Electric

Startling

You cannot be trusted

This I know

For you are known for your wildness

Lightning

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