Stopped clocks

On the stroke of luck the day before the silence struck someone sang for all the dead. Voices lost to memory the faces we’ll no longer see and this statement that was made would set us free from fascism and tyranny…

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Staging posts

Black poppies on black scree look, but you look and you do not see.   This is like those in the crowd those who blend in and who do not stand proud.   I could disappear in here and who would know?   No one tells you that the magicians hat is full of rabbit…

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