you women
you don't know when you're in
you don't know when you're not
when you jumped
your skirts were all high up
but you denied it
even though i spied
it.
you try to belie
the evidence of my own eye
the testimony of my ears
the credibility of my words
and yet
you almost succeed
in haunting me
confusing me into submission
into a truth from a different vision
it's nothing short
of sorcery i tell you!
black magic!
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