It’s a signal, a sign as it dances around you oh so sublime.

You can breathe it in you can blow it out

Though only when it stings your eyes and makes you cry do you really see what it is all about.

A poison in one of many disguises, it fills you up and makes you feel great

Only too soon do you deflate

Left gasping for air

But does anyone really care as they are consumed by the smoke you exhaled,

No one can care for they too are consumed by their own smoke-filled room.

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