Her
Her.
the straightness of her smile
the perfect arch of her brow
the curve of her hips
the plumpness of her lips
the bounce of her hair
her sweet scent in the air
the fabric of her dress
her purpose, to impress
perfection is her law
a creation for the drop of a jaw
to keep them all in awe
the epitome of a flaw
Her.
the spots on her face
the lack of grace
the fire of her hair
the glasses she wears
the clumsy walk
the way her eye cocks
the snort in her laugh
the way her words lag
the way she looks in the mirror
how she shes herself clearer
how she appreciates her own awe
Her- she is without flaw
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