If only our lungs could speak

Skyfe choef, skyfe choef. On innocent school corridors, these so called antidotes, flood the ambience. If our lungs could speek, would they scream in agony, or seek petty salvation. Our precious temple, has flavourle air lingering like its homested Skyfe choef, skyfe choef You all persist to say Change is now not after one last puff key; temple/bodies skyfe; can I have choef: drug e.g. vape