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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

October 8, 2018February 21, 2019

Incendiary

You left yesterday
and I have already
spent years searching
for your touch,
both gentle and sharp
like bitter love songs.
For every time
you kissed me,
I am left with burns.
I should have realized
I didn’t know how
to play with fire.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, ceve, ofeve, poem, poetry, shadow of eve, shadowofeve, shadowofeve.com, the first eve, thefirsteveBy shadowofeve

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