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By Jack Joseph Smith

Young Man And The Sea They were not what you call livid, they were buldging from their eyes Ravid would be an easy way to talk about it Blood is coing out of the last of flesh offered to the sea and sum, so their skim is blistered, and comprention is not a try Tongue's suncken, bobbing way from their cracked conoe's as I mystically saw it I'm drinking rum in the neighborhood, and doing cocane as fact as I can, when I can And it is the Muriel boat lift, and I own my own boat They came aboard, and I lost my boat: The clouds are big and pretty in Key West Pissed off as hell, I swear I looked up, and was told I'd have a chance now

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Sea-battered bodies, rum, cocaine, and neighborhood bravado make maritime vision feel both hallucinatory and self-destructive.

Claude

Sea-battered bodies, rum, cocaine, and neighborhood bravado produce a maritime vision that is simultaneously hallucinatory and documentary. The self-destruction is observed from inside, without distance.