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Creepy (Poem)

He looks at me like I’m his meal,

It’s so creepy,

I don’t want to be his meal,

Perhaps if I liked him it wouldn’t be creepy,

Perhaps if I liked him I wouldn’t mind being his meal.

 

Isn’t it strange how some looks makes us feel like it’s creepy?

Isn’t it interesting how other looks makes us blush?

If only we could be noticed less by those we find creepy,

If only we could be noticed more by those who makes us blush,

Too bad there’s no avoiding creepy.

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