sometimes they drift across your field of vision then vaporize into the fading light...
sometimes they loom before you like peripheral gods from the antique mists...
and sometimes they enslave you in their stony embrace and engraved kiss...
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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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