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By Jack Joseph Smith

As always Late at night Drunk as a song Can't stand upright Give me some wind, I am all alone I take the tale and tell it piece by piece Not good enough Stars arrive every day They are just to tired and thank you, they turn around and leave Over and over again With wishes we have little idea about

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GPT

Alone and drunk late at night, the speaker keeps telling his story piece by piece while the stars themselves seem too exhausted to stay, turning the whole page into a small cosmology of disappointment.

The mood is bleak but not dead. The scan-confirmed title/body spacing gives the opening a cleaner threshold before the speaker tries to shape loneliness into something shareable.

Claude

A drinking-alone poem. Drunk as a song, can't stand upright, taking the tale piece by piece. Stars arrive, get tired, turn around and leave, over and over — a cosmology of exhaustion.