slipping on rooftiles
one small step
one wrong move
cascading cacophony crushes,
sliding slick-smooth,
tipping tiles over,
the roof edge
that's what being with you is like.
written in the stars
- juniper
- Venusian. Diamond's child. Birthed on the first morning star. Loves only the one who is on Mars, Topaz's proud&stubborn son, birthed on the twenty-third starset.
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