Frown. 

  
You knit your brows 

With worn out yarn of 

Invisible worry and intangible confusion

And their strings tangled up

To form permanent patterns on the blank 

Space 

That you call your face

Threaded with colours and decorated with lines 

That form the cross-stitches of your quiet life

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