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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

June 30, 2017March 6, 2018

Ode to December

Behind the glass
is frigid ice and wind,
entwined in
silhouettes, shadows, and
the blue veins of
pale skin;
translucent marble,
a polished winter.

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

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