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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

May 3, 2017March 6, 2018

suicidal tendencies

she was
stretched out, trembling
naked
flowers caught in
her hair
like Ophelia
and
she stared at nothing,
ashamed.

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

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