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,&,&,&,&,, \ 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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