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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

February 8, 2017March 6, 2018

Queen

A fragrance,
feminine and jarring,
entered the room.
The scent,
lavishly decorated
with the smell
of dread.
My skin prickled
in fear and
reverence.

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

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