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Exhaled smoke dances between the frosts of the late afternoon breeze. She holds the embers of tobacco-morphed ashes in the clutches of her broken fingernails.Stains of crimson lipstick melt from the dying flames of her cigarette. Tears of grey fall from her painted eyes onto her blushed cheeks gone cold. Shiraz stains are camouflaged within the darkness of her black dress, while blemishing her white lies beyond repair.
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