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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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.