UnfaithfulA Poem by John SMy faith drips from a stone every drop so naive and fragile but conscientiously they fall some land like blood to the cross seeping into the wood trying to pull truth from lies others land in a bottle waiting to be spilled to reason but most fall into an ocean formed from the tears of a million stones the power of a universe of unanswered questions
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