Designer: Manikka
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My name is Mariposa, and I belong to a star..in its arms, I am a million well-kept kisses. I am a million well-kept kisses that fall like common rain, at the drop of a "mi mariposa hermosa." I am an onslaught of secrets spilled, at a whispered "le eche de menos tambien, tanto."

In those arms, and in whoever's arms..and in moments when I am in no one's arms -partly because there are no arms I'd rather have wrapped around my shoulders, than my star's; I am my star's, without question.

Laced fingers, intertwined limbs, and a star whose skin was made to be kissed!..whatever it is you're doing to me, I live to discover bits of its novelty each and every day. Because you..you're my star, Tala..the brightest one I've come across, the one I couldn't bear to pass by? The world brought me to you, as an offering -or more like a pilgrim on her search for clarity.

That's what you're doing to me; making sense of each mile of pain by the space between our lips, giving me reason enough for all the hurt imaginable with that hair that my fingers love to run across -that face, that smile..and that smirk (:

What am I doing to you? Well. You should know that whatever that elusive explosion of emotion is, is exactly how a star should feel in the arms of its Mariposa (:


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