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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. #§†:-,,,,,
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,,,-:†§##@ 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. †:-,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,-:† 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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