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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

November 25, 2012March 7, 2018

Reaper

The point of death,
was soon,
I found.
I expected
to die.

Visions I remember
clung to him.

Possessed, I was made
the devil,
his greatest triumph.

Nothing would have saved me.
I was out of my mind.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged black out, black out poem, black out poetry, blackout, blackout poem, blackout poetry, c.eve, poem, poetry, prose, shadowofeve, thefirsteve, uncategorized, writingBy shadowofeve

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