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The burning in my chest sweet caress. Double-edged as the sword gives me pleasure no more. Thrusts through my heart and lets the love drain there- yet no end comes.
Whispers, "To you no end shall come."
The sway of the willow tree will always be and this I know because of You, God. And through the piercing of this heart you whisper, "To you no end shall come." My precious lifeblood of love is spilling an unending founation of dreams,
O Lord Jesus, let it be!
3/11/03
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