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By Jack Joseph Smith
Finished with the rocks
Beating the bones
Of my blood thirsty feet
Veins swelled Augest heavy
More than a month before topez
Already at the crack of dawn
Not everyone half a life
is nextt
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The page presents a worn, bodily landscape where rocks, bones, feet, and swollen veins lead toward an unfinished next stage.
The poem's compressed phrases make exhaustion physical and temporal. Its misspellings and clipped ending leave the page feeling like a field note from pain rather than a polished resolution.