You were up therre on the second floor
looking down on me awkwardly
what could it be, casually what could that be?
And I let myself wonder
You head turned ever so slightly
to allow a view down to where I was
What were you trying to see
what kind of look was that?
I was trying to relax lazy hot afternoon
what is that feeling I'm being watched by you
being seen and sized up by you
What is this is supposed to mean?
What kind of creature am I, what being?
have you summed me up quite yet?
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