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Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.
It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.
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― The Forerunner: His Parables and Poems
― The Forerunner: His Parables and Poems
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Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I'd rather boast about the ones I've read.
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