i walk upon them,
n the streets crack,
wide open, n let me into there caverns,
where part of me is stolen away,
by beautiful people i will never see again,
except in dreams
where there smiles taunt me back
into the darknessess,
n i dream of you,
in wide silences,
n unspoken words,
both of us parading our hearts,
on Vladimir s pike,
performing our open heart surgery,
on these very pages,
for everyone to see
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