She had these small moles lining her collarbone.
He counted them one time, there were 6 of them.
They were scattered across her porcelain skin like star dust.
Each little discolouration was stunning, a piece of art.
Her marks were like a constellation of stars.
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RomanceShe was broken. But she was beautiful. He was damaged. But he loved her. ~ rankings ~ #43 in Grunge