Olive thickets the shade of intuition
My heart fastened in a vice
Sprinting away from my own life
Everyone's doors are closed
My faith never dies
And that amazes me
I have always known
That vines rip though the mulch
And rain drops of sanguine
Stream down like coffee on a sunday morning

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