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Masculinity
Soul
He lost himself
Then took control
Fire the canons
Fuel in his head
He'd almost be
Dead
If it wasn't
For
What the old man said
Lectures that pierced
Air
Spitting at him like
Fireworks
A wool.of
Dreams
And the midday Hurst
Watching the moon
With the dew in their eyes
There was trouble
On horizon
Yet no surprise
He'd pick on his tears
Dressed in Apple cake
The old man's knowledge
Would be his escape

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