FaultsA Poem by Michael G. SmithHarsh words, hurt feelingsHer breath
hoarfrost Noose words About my soul If for a moment Love takes a turn for worse How was I to know It’s understood Man is built upon faults Lines, that ever seem to make a whole This heart of mine
it tries Too hard, too often cries Breaks, quite never does
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