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The ocean rolls in and out throughout the day,
Like a graceful ballerina, dancing along the shore.
All who walk by are in awe of its beauty,
But don't seem to realize that it is only a facade.
Later at night, when not a witness stands to see,
She shows her true colors, black like the surrounding darkness.
Terror wreaks the sandy shores,
As she loots away old memories and forgotten items.
And in the morning, every small child's sandcastle will be washed away.
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