Her Eyes

Fiery red hair

And hips to make a nurse swoon

But her eyes

My God, her eyes were a thousand falling stars and the ever pulsing tide of the mighty ocean. Deep and tranquil and yet raging with the murderous chaos of freedom. Somewhere in the middle of God and Satan’s feud over humanity, they forgot to claim those two impossibilities. Two terribly beautiful impossibilities.

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