Pieces of the palace
Fall upon us.
The dust is golden.
How wholly I have drunk of this careless
Wine
You brought from the leafen interior.
And how memory stirs in retribution.
Lisa Frankenstein, Night Swim, There’s Something in the Barn
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For a while there I thought Zelda William’s LISA FRANKENSTEIN was right up
my eighties-loving alley but that dalley turned out to be a dead end and I
end...
13 hours ago
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