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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

October 22, 2017October 8, 2018

Lucid

Oh, so disturbing,
these clothes soiled
with brilliance.
I had been lost like an excuse.
Take me in your arms.
I’ve been sleeping
in the cemetery,
searching the attics
for shadows and magic.

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

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