Designer: Manikka
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The World crumbles, or self-destructs..the other end is left hanging. The pen answers, the music soothes, hips sway, words come, colors flow. Promises expire, and occasions become days..this is the beginning of forgetfulness: negligence, by choice. This is the way by which renewal comes without the cost of tear-stained sheets and empty hangovers -this is the option that eases out the need to scream for that shot glass.

Contrary to this insanely fickle weather, my own skies have cleared..I've slipped back into my age, right where I've belonged (and forgotten to belong) -back into present happiness. You've fit, perfectly, back into my favorite keepsake box to be kept atop my highest shelf Forever. Precisely until Hell freezes over.


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