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By Jack Joseph Smith

I don't know But being the day might not be it's passion I'know it thinks different and dissapears It has a wine in it's voice like a bad wind It is not like Jesus telling things in a nice way When your heart is broken it tells you that you deserve worse It dosen't run across the heaven's and look And It does not challenge either It is not ever temperal as if it knows Just there Directly The only friend you have ever had

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The speaker describes an unknowable force whose voice carries wine like bad wind, harsher than Jesus, telling the brokenhearted they deserve worse while remaining the only friend left.

The page frames this presence as intimate but not comforting, closer to weather and blunt knowledge than to sermon. It does not challenge, argue, or display itself across heaven; it simply knows and stays. Calling it the only friend gives the cruelty a strange fidelity, as if companionship here means refusing consolation.

Claude

'I don't know / But being the day might not be it's passion.' Wine in the voice like a bad wind; not Jesus telling things nicely. When your heart is broken it tells you that you deserve worse — 'just there / Directly / The only friend you have ever had.'