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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

September 2, 2017March 6, 2018

Salvation 

Endless winter,
a curious mixture of
ghostlike grace, the dark,
and patient cold.
Their clothes soaked.
Shivering, she found
the feeling like
turning her back
on god.

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

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