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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

January 4, 2019January 3, 2019

Masquerade

Gentled, to be still
and closer every day
to death.
I am present.
I am healing,
mending wounds.
Blood still trails
from my soul
where it hung
from her wrist
like jewelry.
Her smile hides
so many lies.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, ceve, dark poetry, eve, of eve, ofeve, personal, poem, poems, poetry, shadow of eve, shadowofeve, shadowofeve.com, the first eve, thefirsteve, writingBy shadowofeve

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