Silk and leather, cotton and lace,
A wardrobe of moods for every face.
Bold patterns speak without a sound,
Subtle hues whisper all around.
Personality draped in chosen hue,
Each outfit a story, honest and true.
Confidence stitched in every seam,
Identity woven like a dream.
A spritz of scent, the final touch,
Invisible aura speaking volumes as such.
Floral, woody, or sweet refrain,
A signature trailing like a fragrant train.
Fashion, perfume, and inner grace,
Dance together in time and space.
A symphony of self, unique and rare,
Expressed in fabric, scent, and flair.
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