Trente-Quatre

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He was always perfectly cracked

His imperfections always seemed to be laced with gold

Maybe that is why I could always look past them

For he could always make my problems disappear with a mere smile

But I never quite exceeded in doing the same

I never realized how truly broken he was

Because I was too caught in trying to be perfect

-but it was always for him


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