she strings moons along on a silver chain to tie around her neck,
and plucks stars from the sky like it's a tesco to turn them into
earrings. she's wearing halos as a belt and dances to the wind
like she's got diamonds on her heels.
she doesn't need that from you;
the man with the common accent and thousand-shaded eyes
and heaven locked away underneath his skin, Grace leaking through from
raking cuticles is more than enough.
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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