16. i hoped you'd be disturbed

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does it disturb you
the way i look at myself while i comb my hair
or refuse to cross my legs
or ask you not to touch me there

does it disturb you
when i sing eerily in the shower
or spill words of chaos across a piece of
paper
or talk your ear off about feminine power

does it disturb you
the way i don't fucking need you
or any of your opinions
or your uneducated bullshit you swear is true

good

i hope you're haunted

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