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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

June 27, 2017March 6, 2018

Cliche

We first brought
possessions unspecified
like a disastrous life,
shifting the balance unalterably.
School
as easy as
girlfriends and gossip;
a constant ebb and flow of
vapid and dull
sex and cars
sleep and Nietzsche.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, dark poetry, of eve, poem, poetry, shadowofeve, thefirsteveBy shadowofeve

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