Memories sway your nose,
they bounce on air.
Ashes continue in agreement,
tongues spit familiar flavors.
But the sky stutters,
and smoke swirls back.
All tumble in exhaust,
as thick as sickness.
Eyes peer on upward,
to taunt the dizzying.
Skies were the culprit?
Fault of the afflicted!
Scents burn and mix,
disappear in the earth.
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