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¨¨¨¨¨¤¨¤¤¤ #--#--------------------------------#--# ¨¤¨¨¤¨¤¤¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¤¨¤ \ 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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