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Random First Lines:One Hundred seats, Two hundred list of people to invite.
By Vashti Puls
This is a poem about how one is taught to dehumanize themselves simply by existing
Almost an origin of the idea of self as "sin"
An essay written by me about Germany from 1930 to 1950. Ignore when it says Appendix (if you come upon it), that is a picture, unavailable to you. My apologies my dear reader.
How far is a person willing to go to reach perfection
This poem was actually inspired by a science fiction novel I read a few years ago. I wrote this short after that, and I found it, tucked away in that novel.
I decided to post it without any editing. It's obvious I've done it a) in a boring math class, b) an Eng lit. class where it was work on a...