Brows
What can be said about me?
Everything
I am naked;
All eyes on me, and I on them
With each wrinkle a story told.
Mostly hatred, but fear not far
For family, friend, foe, and kin
These canyons deepen each time we meet
I soften yet, but for a moment.
A ridge is chiseled by His grace
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