A love letter to my eyebrows.
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My one and only,
the apple of my skull and heir of my embryo;
My faithful companion at each turn of orgasm, squint, and hairwash;
It never contorts facing a camera or frowns facing a twat.
O, meine Augenbrauen, my only chance to supermodeling,
you stuck around when I cut your underneaths as a boy,
when I forgot once to brush you ear-wise.
I would undyingly anoint thee to imitate the godly thanks,
My forefinger deeming you second only to the left-click of my mouse.