Upon discovering the discord rags
of the broken car engines
manufacturing plant, this is where
I was birthed. From mother, to
hospital bed, to arms and eyes that
weep like grasshoppers that cheated
their furniture made from plastic leaves.
It was a pure indication of an
indecent time lapse that
our memories have been switched.
I thought I was an automobile,
and you thought you were human.
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