,,,~=$@@¶# #¶@@$=~,,,
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,,,~=$@@¶# #¶@@$=~,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,,,~=$@@ @@$=~,,,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ they tell me: "we are going to shrink ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,~=$@@¶# you." i don't quite like the tone in #¶@@$=~,,,
,,~=$@@¶## their voices, like they are restraining ##¶@@$=~,,
,,,~=$@@¶# themselves. there is a hunger in them #¶@@$=~,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ and it wants me to shrink. and what ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,,,~=$@@ really irks me is that so do i. @@$=~,,,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,~=$@@¶# they give me wristbands and anklets, #¶@@$=~,,,
,,~=$@@¶## made of some strange stone. their ##¶@@$=~,,
,,,~=$@@¶# surface is swirling, like dark #¶@@$=~,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ thunderstorms trapped in glass, like ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,,,~=$@@ windows into a smaller world, close to @@$=~,,,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ my body so that it can see clearly ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,~=$@@¶# whats in store. #¶@@$=~,,,
,,~=$@@¶## ##¶@@$=~,,
,,,~=$@@¶# they give me food: prawn-like bugs that #¶@@$=~,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ make my tongue curl with satisfaction. ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,,,~=$@@ "out of this world", i think, having no @@$=~,,,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ frame of reference. i eat only two, but ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,~=$@@¶# the bugs leave me suspiciously #¶@@$=~,,,
,,~=$@@¶## satisfied. ##¶@@$=~,,
,,,~=$@@¶# #¶@@$=~,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ they measure my clothes. "you are going ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,,,~=$@@ to become about half as big", they tell @@$=~,,,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ me, barely controlling themselves with ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,~=$@@¶# anticipation. #¶@@$=~,,,
,,~=$@@¶## ##¶@@$=~,,
,,,~=$@@¶# = #¶@@$=~,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ ~~~ ¶@@$=~,,,,
,,,,,~=$@@ ,,,,, @@$=~,,,,,
,,,,~=$@@¶ ,,,,,,,, ¶@@$=~,,,,
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,,,~=$@@¶# = #¶@@$=~,,,
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