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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

April 23, 2016March 6, 2018

Abandoned

Begging for love,
he tried to
believe in compassion.
Nobody would want
to be him.
A knife and blood
promising magic,
just tricks.

He only half believed
what he was saying.

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

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