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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

December 17, 2017March 6, 2018

Fatigue

She’d wait until dark,
her saints and angels
to guide her.
She thought again of
the fire and magics
nestled in pillows.
With a sigh, she longed
for sleep or
a gentle death.

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

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