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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

October 17, 2016March 6, 2018

Living

The ghost
was a moment
and the door
locked like a
plastic garbage can.
She was glimmering white marble
remembering, dreaming,
and dancing to
angels.

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

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