¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨                                          §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§§
¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨                                          §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§§
¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨                                          §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨ #~~#~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~#~~# ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§§
¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨ \  She Was Leaking. There Was A Wound  \ §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨ \  And She  Was  Pouring  Out Of  It,  \ ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§§
¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨ #  Pluming Into  The  Coiled  Scarves  # §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨ \  Tight  Around  Her, A  Beige Cocoon \ ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§§
¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨ \ Spun From  All Those Garments,  Now  \ §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨ #    Unrecognizeable,    Traceless.    # ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§§
¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨ \  Slowly  Drawing  Out  The   Liquid  \ §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨ \       Parts      Of       Her.       \ ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§§
¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨ #~~#~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~#~~# §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§§
¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨                                          §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
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¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§§