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By Jack Joseph Smith

Going to talk to the touch men They think it is apprehensive Like blacks we walk into a restraunt, but this time we see others leave Holding on in a cave We are the last drop of rain, you will ever see So filled with loss I do not permit a sunset Yet stars do not excape Going across the table, and picking up a riffle Engineer or cowboy; it's close to the same boot . a a ay Tool [re We don't view girls Then is when we kill in public en

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page stages public movement through restaurants, caves, and touch, turning ordinary spaces into places of apprehension and departure.

The restaurant line is especially sharp because it frames social entry as an event charged by race and exclusion. The page keeps testing what it means to appear among others and to be seen wrongly.

Claude

A 'touch men' page where the speaker and his walk into a restraunt like blacks and see others leave; engineer or cowboy, 'it's close to the same boot,' and 'Then is when we kill in public.'