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Erased
Floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers brave and courageous stories of yesterday
Tossed away and forgotten
Like they never even happened
Wiped clean from existance
Time marches on
But one thing remains
The screams from the unmarked graves
By
Dwayne Clark

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