The fragrance of Maison Francis Kurkdjian
rested upon my skin
like a sacred ritual.
Fendi taught me elegance.
Givenchy taught me distance.
Loewe taught me
that art could survive inside objects.
And somewhere between
perfume, leather, and loneliness,
I realized luxury
was never about wealth.
It was about hiding despair
in beautiful ways.
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