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We find it lying on the beach: A lump of scales and fingernails,  An inky trail up from the water Slithering through the sand   Its eyes open and filmy As if surprised by the sudden darkness,
Bridges tumble before our eyesOur foundation giving wayAnd all that we cherishedIt’s been falling apart for a while 
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