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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

April 20, 2016March 6, 2018

False Reality

Sort of hidden,
the walls in my room are
a birch tree.
I am in its limbs
as I
lie in bed.
I feel guilty
like
a church in the suburbs.
We are sleeping
heavenly
through life.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, dark, dark poetry, eve, ofeve, poem, poet, poetry, shadowofeve, thefirsteve, uncategorized, writingBy shadowofeve

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