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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.

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

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