HeartTalk
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Till the soil of my
Heart.
Make it fertile for your
Word.
Growth.
Change.
May they be known by no other name
In my life, but
Yours.
Let the rain pour down
I've cried
I cry
So much that they have stained my skin
I've spoken
I scream
Either way, you still haven't heard me
I've heard
I listen
And you keep saying the same thing
