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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

August 13, 2016March 6, 2018

Escapism

A voice of the past,
she could not understand
this secret tongue.

My darling
was waiting for her.

She knew, yet
she dreamed
and knew dread,
singing poetry beautiful
and perfectly formed.

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

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