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“The thorns, all within
I pulled you out.
Every sliver of infinite grace, I need not even give haste.
I feel you and return to you
In this sacred space,
even your thorns give me mercy
and never leave me thirsty.
The chill in the air
with the warmth of the sun
and the taste of this day
Oh, how shall I be unspun.”