My shame path
Rears up, flexes
Raises its hackles like a porcupine raises quills
Where did it come from?

Strong and proud over me
Like my master so much of the time.
Makes me crouch, makes me shudder
Makes me bow my head
Over minor indiscretions
About which no one else would care

Brain Paths

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