Starlets

I can't say I'm lackluster
in my mottled dress
The world is either
solid or print
but never monochrome
It's your breath
painting the air
with rainbow colors
that sets me floating
like helium-filled balloons
I'm high like crystals
on a chandelier
instead of earlobes
dangling like stars
in my mottled dress
The world is either
solid or print
but never monochrome
It's your breath
painting the air
with rainbow colors
that sets me floating
like helium-filled balloons
I'm high like crystals
on a chandelier
instead of earlobes
dangling like stars
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