You’re watching me. I can feel your eyes on me like a wolf waiting to infect me with a hungry snap of your sharp teeth. I wonder if you always stand this close to girls. I ask you, but instead of answering you laugh and squint at me like I’m being playful. So I endure this too close of space and wait for you to finish the show you're putting on. A person with teeth that white can't be trusted. It’s because of men like you that I sneak out of parties, beds, and arms holding me too tight.
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