my detective days are over.
i'm done with that
I know more than enough
about what's going on.
no longer do I need
confirmation, or clues, or
tracks in the sand. I need
no dna, or blood. no photos
or texts, or emails.
I know what the truth is.
I've known it all along
but now I know for sure,
my instincts were right.
the rose colored glasses
are off, shattered
in my hand.
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