Disturbed
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He was wearing
Sunglasses, those
Reflecting like mirrors
Eyes hidden inside
All I could see
Was double of myself
I had no idea
What was on his mind
He could read me
Like a poster on the wall
I felt a wee bit
Disturbed.
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