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Your grin—small lightning, bell at dusk— a hymn that hums with jukebox heat. You swear in pews and pray in bars, tip daylight to the band in coin-crumbs. I’ve never loved worship so unruly, nor found such mercy in a bruise. You’re my gold tooth prayer— wrong shine, right sort of save. If grace can fit a scar like that, I’ll risk another hallelujah—once. Kneel with me in ordinary blue light. Rise like Sunday bread.
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Your grin strikes dusk light Little bell under neon Jukebox heat on skin You swear in pews, smile You pray at bars, eyes closed You tip the band daylight Mercy hides in bruises I hold the hurt, stay Wrong shine on your smile Right kind of save, babe Gold tooth prayer, oh Wrong shine, right glow Coins ring like soft thunder Shot glasses hum amen Your laugh shakes the rafters You kiss the saints goodbye I keep my hands steady We spend our doubt like change If grace fits this scar I’ll risk one more hallelujah Kneel close in blue light Let the jukebox say go Gold tooth prayer, oh Wrong shine, right glow Kneel with me, blue light Rise like Sunday bread Gold tooth prayer, oh Wrong shine, right glow Gold tooth prayer, oh Wrong shine, right glow
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