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By Jack Joseph Smith

The drum roll my God they do it in highschool Wander a little bit further The distance Even baej then The young and the alone I now know a deep slit in my soul Finish up Go ahead memory Lets finish up Sunflowers at fair to mid land sunk in the skinny livestock medow The crows don't do shit They are like me they could care less about the bones

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GPT

The page sounds like a brutal memory inventory, where school, soul, livestock land, and crows all collapse into emotional exhaustion.

Its repetitions of finish up and go ahead memory make the poem feel like the speaker is forcing herself through recollection. By the end, the crows' indifference becomes a model for surviving what the page has been trying to remember.

Claude

`The drum roll / my God they do it in highschool`. Sunflowers at `fair to mid land` sunk in the skinny livestock meadow; crows that `could care less / about the bones`. The soul's `deep slit` named exactly once.