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Smoke threads the air, Tendrils curling Captivating the screen. She breathes in, Slowly, Measured, Then out Through soft lips Glossed, Scarlet, Smouldering, Although the scene is played in black and white And the colour is just imagined. She takes the cigarette between her fingers, It’s not left to dwindle, Ash building, She Takes control, Boldly … Continue reading Icon