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,,,,,,,,,, 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 ,,,,,,,,,~
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