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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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