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Marriage I think. For women. Is the best of opiates. It kills the thoughts. That think about the thoughts, It is the best of opiates. So said Maria. But too long in solitude she'd dwelt, And too long her thoughts had felt. Their strength. So when the man drew near, Out popped her thoughts and covered him with fear. Poor Maria! Better that she had kept her thoughts on a chain, For now she's alone again and all in pain; She sighs for the man that went and the thoughts that stay. To trouble her dreams by night and her dreams by day.

Stevie Smith