Types: Verse, Miho
It just so happens that a few days ago I spontaneously composed an homage to Miho, included below. Be warned that it is rather abstract, and indeed exists completely on an emotional reality as opposed to literal...

She liked my tears
Liked the taste of them
Liked the way they intermingled with her own
She would touch my hair from across the room
And fail to smile
And apologize
For she didn't really know what her role was in all this

And the time I swore to free her
And found that she herself held the key
And I couldn't find my way out

She has a plan in which
She is an unwitting pawn
And freedom is death
And neither would stop her

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