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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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