The River Angel

A Green River rushes across dense rocks—falling over a dam of lust—and goddamn, the deep of her green eyes silences the crashing of waves against the shore. The ridged stones cut through the tension beneath the surface—as did her false assumptions, assumptions about making plans for me. The ringing of my hollow ears releases a shadow and a voice, the voice of an angel standing behind me.


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