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title: Class - pass.exe
url: https://www.halimmadi.com/singulars/pass-exe/class
description: "Class: one theme of pass.exe, two poems, one by the poet and one by the machine, unsigned. Read them and vote."
generated: 2026-11-06
---

# Class

## class.txt

trained

theme · pass.exe

Training is closed. Vote counts are final.

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## vote.exe

2 poems · 4 votes

One poem is by a human, one is by a machine, and you are not told which. Pick the one you prefer, then submit your vote.

poem a

Our friendship is a mime
smacking their head
against the somber wall
of the many digits
your savings account holds
over mine
and the heavy silent body
of wealth sliding between us
excusing itself over and over
its guilt a casting
of the conversation we grow
around

poem b

My teacher wrote my name in chalk and I watched
the dust of it fall like the ghost of a bird.
Class, she said, meaning us, meaning the hour
we sat in rows learning to raise our hands
as if surrender were a subject. I passed
notes shaped like planes that never left the desk.
Now I know class is the coat my mother pressed,
the accent she buried, the fork she held wrong
on purpose so the rich girl wouldn't feel alone.
We were dismissed. We are still being dismissed.

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