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Aug 2017
Intelligence bashed my brain in with a baseball bat.
When the hitter dug through the crack in my skull
It smiled, gleefully,
Like a puzzle had been solved.
I had been a mistress long enough
And killing me was the answer.

I knew it wouldn't last long,
Those relationships never do.
But in so crude a fashion!
Nothing sophisticated or creative
Dead and empty
That is all intelligence left me.
Written by
Clary Morgan  a house
(a house)   
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