Lost Love Lust

Tags: combinations

• dirty ends.

  You watch the clock, the typical tick scratches the sides of the brain.
  This thing. This thing called time.
  A picture frame, the artists you seek to blame.
  Dark martini, no fucking lime.
  It is not the loves that you proclaim, but the true creations of disdain.
  A telephone ring, a partner in crime, the key to the line.
  Assign, Refine, [...]