A Fading Line
Terror At 30,000 Feet
Cut the lips off the face
There's no point to having them anyway
They won't touch the lips of a woman
There is no connection
Poke the eyes out of the head
No need for them anyway
They won't see anything beautiful
Ever again
Detach the nose from the face
No point for it being there
It won't smell the smell of a woman
The beautiful aroma
Sever the ears from the head
No use for them, they are dead
They won't hear the words of a woman say
I love you
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