Neuro
Your mind is an open book,
A museum piece on display
For the world’s prying eyes
To gaze upon, judge, pulling
Apart each gyrus as though
Scavenging your thoughts.
But you forget that not everyone,
Strange or familiar,
Holds the cipher that decodes
The jumbled text sprawled across
Those vast, weathered pages.
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