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Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. —John 12.24 I let my self go
in the soil of you
I entrust myself to the spring of you
I let the you of me break the husk of the me of me
and life comes forth
I let my self spill out
This dying is birthing
seed of me buried bearing fruit of you
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