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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

September 5, 2017March 6, 2018

Shiver

Uncomfortably cold, she didn’t sleep.
She was on her knees,
beside the fireplace.
The bright warmth of
fire and stars
made her want to cry.
Burning, she shuddered.
The heat filled her
and there was nothing else
in the world.

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

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