search for perfection
had ended in dread.
He watched her lying on the bed.
Shallow breaths of suffering
were making all the old extremes
of feeling rise back up in him.
Slowly bleeding back into the end.
Muse whispering forgiveness deep within.
Back to the waking up of heart again...
? Michaelette ?
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