As dust-motes in whimsical sunlight through a broken paneWishes float in timeless, solitary vacuumsHovering suspended about the cortex of each brainAn..
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An imagined telling of the thoughts of Horace Clarke in the moments before taking part in the massacre of 173 innocent women, children and old men of ..