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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

April 2, 2016March 6, 2018

Fragile Things

Rubbing her wrist, she
spoke sharply and
what she saw made her shudder, suffer
to live.
Love is delicate.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, dark, dark poetry, eve, love, ofeve, poet, poetry, shadowofeve, thefirsteveBy shadowofeve

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