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By Jack Joseph Smith

To make up for lost time What love did The way it stoped life The way it crushed everything inbetween I never even considered anything better than her face I guess I was always agaist Disfigured badly Enough for me to write and them to leave

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The speaker recalls what love did to time and life, valuing a woman's face before a closing fragment about being disfigured enough to write and others leaving.

The writer places admiration beside damage and departure. The poem does not identify the woman or establish a literal injury.


Claude

Typed rows: 'To make up for lost time / What love did / The way it stoped life', 'I never even considered / anything better than her face', ending 'Enough for me to write / and them to leave'.

The poem treats love as both a stop and a reason to write.