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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

February 6, 2017March 6, 2018

Bittersweets

the smell
of gasoline and
the smell
of hospitals,
a deep breath.
she was riding, reckless;
all bloody,
scattering wickedly rich colors
to the floor.
her
happiest moments.

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

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