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Indeed,
I am dreaming of You. In my sleepless nights I roll forth
and back and long to be hugged.
Embrace
me, in times when i leave myself alone with myself. Nothing
else is left. Just this desire pounding in my heart with pain:
I
want to be close to you.
I
need to be desperate enough to give you everything. That is
the right kind of despair. The power of desperation may give
us the fuel to motor to the waters of deep prayer. No shallow
can be found where the waters are made to be...
without
a ground and endless
(J)
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