Scrutiny

Standing in a bright room
With nothing but a toga on
And a thoughtful pose
Around you are easels
Painters stand behind them
They are busy at work
Their eyes peering at bits and pieces of you
Trying to catch your essence
Trying to get it just right

But you know they never will
For they dont know you
They only just met you
They have only just started their scrutiny.





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