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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  \ @@@@¨¨¨@@¨
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