“Spy fiction folds in ready streets,
antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms.
Vessel of the arsonist, counsel of discord.
To the concrete drifts, I succumb…”
FELL RUIN
“Spy fiction folds in ready streets,
antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms.
Vessel of the arsonist, counsel of discord.
To the concrete drifts, I succumb…”
FELL RUIN
