Ode to Marc Jacobs.
Thou florid patterns clash across the white canvas,
Painted across with thy gifted hold.
Red coated lips on oh-so-white skin,
From pink and green leathers to crisp gold
Lathered with honey it seems, dipped in milk all day 'round.
And it is clear, others can just fold.
xx- THEFASIONSHRIMP
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