Calling in those who recognized it’s scent

The black sky cut up by puffy cloud formation

Those close enough know what it meant

A sigh is pushed out of a lungs temptation

Its grey shape filters any sunset

As perception fades, so does time

Did you get my signal?

If my signal fades, you’re in the right spot

Breathing air that is sold and bought

Other make sense of the this air I breathe

As smoke transcends into a world abyss

Saying anything, lasts as long as consumed air

Under smoke signals with the ones that care.

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