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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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