Strange It Was
Strange it was As I watched myself Talking to this woman, As if I sat On a shelf behind Observing every move, She put down a five Asked for change, Her eyes were dark With an emptiness, A pretty thing A smile so shy As I handed her The change, She took a one Said it’s for you, Kept the four Then took back The five, Smooth as silk As she stared Me straight With her dark And empty eyes.
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