They amputated Your thighs off my hips. As far as I'm concerned They are all surgeons. All of them. They dismantled us Each from the other. As far as I'm concerned They are all engineers. All of them. A pity. We were such a good And loving invention. An aeroplane made from a man and wife. Wings and everything. We hovered a little above the earth. We even flew a little. Translated by Assia Gutmann Anonymous submission.
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