Yellowed fingers, too many unfiltered cigarettes
Leaving stains that cannot be removed
By use of soap and water.

Chipped nails, torn, ragged, broken, uncared for
Black with oil and deposits of tar
Your life shown in the state of your hands.

Voice rough with smoke, breath of nicotine
And scent of malted grain
Sout smell of sweat and excitement.

Why would you choose to sully innocence
With your filth and dirt?

Leaving a shining soul tarnished.

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