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By Jack Joseph Smith

She is black as the ace of spaids I don't play cards But I know what that means So there we were in there eligance The ra ces remain blurred We did one huge line across marble Is when I knew I had lost her, him in a dream The georgeous throat was cut Phey actually told me to catch the door and go Wanting my life I moved there But I could not touch a door knop Struck with the love of my first A / Wo tall Yea I turned, a2 sudden wolf for her a it slash him (V tf ; Inmy dead of night F © UTE IhdT¢0 AMY A

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GPT

Card-black beauty, blurred race, a marble line, dream loss, a cut throat, and a door that cannot be touched turn first love into violent night metamorphosis.

The ace of spades image gives race and danger immediate force, then the poem muddies identity further by blurring the races and losing "her, him" together. Elegance, narcotic glamour, and slaughter coexist in the same dream logic, which makes desire inseparable from threat. Becoming a wolf for the first love is both devotion and feral alarm.

Claude

'She is black as the ace of spaids.' Elegance; one huge line across marble; he loses her/him in a dream; 'the georgeous throat was cut.' Sudden wolf for her — 'slash him / In my dead of night.' A dream of betrayal and vengeance with racial stage-dressing left bluntly visible.