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The Shores of France

The Shores of France
Frothy waves fold over themselves in lament where the young men bled  on the gritty shores of France. Flying lead and crimson steel destroyed the youth they offered  like a sacrificial offering. Blurred and stretched  across the horizon, their bodies were lost  beneath the salty tears  of the English Channel and swallowed into the  blood-stained sand. Now the streets of France  ache with beauty and tortured memo…
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