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By Jack Joseph Smith

Pure You think I never thought twice I isn't as if I reached across a long place and took something that did not belong to me I didn't see the turn of the corner Just sort of lost and looking out I saw myself try,, I saw myself worship The greatest wonder of alll to watch her slip away On:old Hollywood bulvd And I will never loan any money to men Either way was a good shot of geting to the end of yhe street

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GPT

This second "Pure" shifts from defiance into self-defense and loss, tracing a speaker who denies theft, watches love slip away, and keeps moving through a damaged street-level world.

The poem feels less declarative than the earlier "Pure," as if certainty has given way to explanation. Watching her slip away on old Hollywood bulvd turns grandeur into a specific urban loneliness. The refusal to loan money to men adds a note of earned suspicion, and the final lines make survival sound like nothing more glamorous than reaching the end of the street.

Claude

Pure revision adds biographical texture: watching her slip away on Old Hollywood bulvd, the vow never to loan money to men, the end of yhe street as either outcome.