My consciousness on display for you.
Unadorned. Undisguised.
Exposed.
Your judgement,
like the blinding desert sun,
beats down upon me.
Merciless.
I do not cower under the attack.
I brazen out your silent derision.
Soles blistering on the blacktop of your scorn.
My soul.
My consciousness on display for you.
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