intrigued
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When I first met you, I thought you were a clever man and I respected you.
When I first talked to you, I thought you were a brilliant man and was intrigued by you.
Whisping through the air,
like beautiful strands of hair,
white as a ghost at a haunting,
floating in the wind never taunting,
a dirty little secret it tries to keep,
but everyone knows it likes to creep,
