The Cracks of Sidewalks [Redaction]

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When secrets walk
I pick your mouth to whisper into.

In the field of red rose screams,
my kisses taste like pure warmth
and flicker between every illusion of us.

I know how to be the floor,
the boards,
the concrete—

Treat me as the walk of Cupid.

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