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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Last Way I thought about it But not a whole lot Death as a dream Time to go Memory as a snake You have not bit me yet I am not overcome I have waited for you Never listened to you I care And I explain nothing At this second Where I do or don't come back

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This cleaner `Last Way` copy presents the same threshold between death, memory, care, and the uncertain instant where the speaker may or may not return.

With the line corrected to `I have waited for you` and the artificial stanza gaps removed, the page reads as a compact sequence of declarations rather than a fragmented draft.

Claude

''''The Last Way' alt -- the cleaner draft with stanzaic spacing, preserving 'I have waiped for you' as the tender misspelling.'''