encased in a glass cage, their feathered forms are unruffled...
their sharp eyes unseeing, yet their heads are held high...
while tiny hearts still beat in flight over some dusty skies...
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Shoot to kill - in memory of Jean-Charles de Menezes.
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On the way to Willesden This piece was written in memory of Jean-Charles de
Menezes. When my alarm goes off, I am so startled for a moment I don’t
remember...
2 weeks ago
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