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By Jack Joseph Smith

Dear Knowledge She is to straight for me to Bend her, The stomach for love,, the underneath, swift as a good song,, that lyric, that cord that goes into your heart, makes your brain remember, She would come to me in death,, she is that tough, she is that good I am not her boyfriend, I am her blood I took a stroke aside the ocean itself and saw her in a grip of time, underneath was large, and even had that drift away thought I had had way in the middle of the Pacific before, a lot better than a precious stone, how strange that moment is Right at the moment, some people plan and turn their head, some people act, no matter what i I can still see you twice,

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

Knowledge appears here almost as a beloved or blood relation, something carried in the body and recovered through shock, memory, and a near-mystical encounter with the ocean.

The scan-verified handwritten opening makes the address more intimate and resistant: knowledge or the beloved is too straight to bend. Mind, heart, lyric, and stroke then blur together until knowing something becomes inseparable from suffering it.

Claude

Dear Knowledge: love as cord into the heart, she as tough enough to visit in death. The speaker positions himself as blood rather than boyfriend, recalls seeing her in a grip of time out in the Pacific — better than a precious stone.