Battle on Stones

Glorified pebbles lie mingled with tainted rocks that met blood and flesh of both tragedy and a natural tide that gilded the shore with starfish and in the ghastly before laced it with metal stones that were cloned and pressed into tubes and riddled over the worn shore beach as the daylight aided the mixture of sweat and salt-water before the now when it gently warms the arrival of those forgetting and the ghosts of those remembered.

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