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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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