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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

August 13, 2017March 6, 2018

Existential Crisis

I started home.
I pulled.
I broke.
It cracked.
I breathed in
the utter stillness of
sunlight, warm honey, and skin.
Slowly, I could feel
elegant pain and
a delicate silence.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, poem, poetry, shadowofeve, thefirsteve, uncategorizedBy shadowofeve

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