Every Man is Still a Child

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The apricity caught my breath  
like his gloomy grin 
That unfurls like a cotton ball 
Soft to touch 
But leaden with moments of 
An unforgetful past 
 He smells the flowers along the way 
Only to pluck one and say 
If it was any justice he did 
I say, 
It's not wrong to love that way 
Because even clouds do surrender 
He feels this rain on his lashes 
And bends down to look 
At his image in the mud 
He almost jumps but considers 
'Lost', he says, 
I say that's okay 
Every man is still a child.

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