Faults
Chips off the stone,
Cracks in the clay;
Hair line fractures: the marrow in our bone
In every minds' harbor it shouldn't stay that way.
What to do with imperfections?
Subtle character digression
-whose to say these are by our selection-
God given or passed on by succession
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