The bottle
A precious bottle,
carved like the labyrinthine streets of Paris,
crumpled like the sheets she has just left,
pink like the sky of a pale dawn ,
decidedly couture with its YSL label on black leather.
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A precious bottle,
carved like the labyrinthine streets of Paris,
crumpled like the sheets she has just left,
pink like the sky of a pale dawn ,
decidedly couture with its YSL label on black leather.