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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

March 6, 2019

Dawning

Darkened like sleep,
I have been
gathered from ashes.
The feeling is
a whisper, a hollow murmur
like my last breath.
I  hear the voice
of a god
whisper, glistening with love
to eat and enjoy
the pleasure of mourning.

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