An unread book
Lies
Rotting away
For want of eyes, And
a caressing touch.
A slight raise of your eyes
Random Random lines
Nonsense....
Convenient props
And a killer byline
Same old, same old
It takes time for the flow
And you know that
It takes two to tango, Right?
That look again
You could kill with your eyes.
A few more lines
Maybe we would be ready to go?
