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When the sun breaks
When the sun breaks
Teach me how to embrace
Her love
Teach me how to kiss
Her dimpled chicks.
That it may not be like the kiss of Judas
On the flesh of my humple lord
But a loud genuine kiss!
Then, i shall feel our voice
In the vortex of our souls
Coming in a sanctimonious halo
Like hymns children croon
In sunday shool.
The morn shall be adorned
With sunrise dew
Transforming wounds and tears
Into brighter gems.Then, together
We shall mend our precious beads.
