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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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