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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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,,,,,~~:** ~~~~~ **:~~,,,,,
,,,,~~:**& ~~~ &**:~~,,,,
,,,~~:**&@ : @&**:~~,,,
,,~~:**&@# #@&**:~~,,
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,,~~:**&@# #@&**:~~,,
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