molded to a dress, to a belief,
to an event, and to a legacy.
from the outside, a statue
of perfection, but on the inside
surely
butterflies flutter out of control
however fueled by certain conviction
in a vow, she would not waiver.
because her vow lasts longer
than a moment.
Lovely. It's strange to me that butterflies fluttering are considered imperfection.
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