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Before
His eyes
Radiated shine
And Happiness.
Today
His eyes
Brings depression
And darkness.
Before
His hands
Touched my hands.
Today
His hands
Touched only the cigarrete.
Before
He gave off
Of the most delicious perfumes,
Today
His body smell of nicotine.
I never imagined
Something like this.
Because of that
I'm here so lonely,
He prefers the vice to my company.
Sorry,
I'd like to be writing
Beautiful words,
But in this moment
I only get
To write agony words.
Pay for this genocide
The cigarrette industries
That kill everyday
The opressed souls,
Be damned forever
The Marlboro, the Hollywood and Souza Cruz!
JM JAMILA MAFRA.
