*rough draft* Shrinklit of "The Giver" by Lois Lowry
Utopia, a state in which everything is perfect
By a visionary leader who must be worshiped
He takes their memory, now they’re mentally destructive
You’d think they’re robots, because they’re always productive
At a certain age, they’re given a marque
Only one is chosen for the special part
That one is Jonas, who chooses to depart
Of the state at which has no heart
Of feelings isn’t right
The forbid of love to make life
Or at least twice
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