Designer: Manikka
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A flight, light -like the clouds above a midnight throne; could have very well come from a dream so dark it could maintain its equillibrium only by blaring bright, white wings. I know a girl who'll send you a million trinkling feathers of perfume if you give her a tear shed for a love that lay itself so low, for anything but cowardice's sake. Sleep cannot break her, silver is her form. Her smile is the sweetness of dried roses and champagne.
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