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Jan 7
pulsing flames churn
streams of ignited honey,
as grey fumes-
of burnt aromas -
beckon nicotine clouds
and lukewarm breaths
to embark in
a dilatory tango;
hardly coordinating with
the strummed instrumental
that lulls the
snow to
sleep.
Anastasia
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Anastasia  16/F/UK
(16/F/UK)   
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