i'll take the broken one said he
who could talk of shame forever,
of that blatent, waxy substance
always floating through small veins.
this could take some time, said he
porcelain hearts are slow with mending
cracks who've steady been as friends,
though they bring desparity.
time is running out, said he
craving love has vicious payoffs.
by the time i've done with all,
i'll be there to break her fall.
-jane baudelaire
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