preda tory years

I found a notebook from my second year of university. I went through all the notes I'd made and scrawled over in angry pencil marks. Back then I didn't think the words were good enough, but now I look through them with the precision we had as we scoured the banks of the Thames yesterday looking for relics of ordinary lives.

Here are some lines I found. At the time I thought they were ideas that didn't go anywhere but now I think I can let them stand alone.

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Stand back.

I don’t want your

blood on my hands.

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I don't sleep for fear

I will wake too soon.

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I shall fight a war for independence &

my weapons shall be words.

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Cards down. Lights out. All in.

Darlin'.

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On the coldest night of my life

we woke up to find

England, dressed in white.

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In times to come we will laugh about all this.

No defeat is so final that we cannot rebuild.

You said you feel like a post-war city, grey,

all weakness burned away.

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