Brows
Brows,
They live there with grace
just over my eyes, below my forehead.
And they seem to be laced
much higher than
other features of my face.
And I sometimes wonder
"Why are they even there in the first place?"
If I were a camel
they would protect my eyes from dust;
But I am a human being
so I assume they must
serve some other purpose,
But I just
Don't know what that is...
Yet.
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