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Deep, way Down

   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

Deep, Way Down

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