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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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