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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

October 7, 2019October 5, 2019

Romance

I wish our love could be
rose-colored milk,
smooth and soft
and light as clouds
even when it spills over.
Instead, our love is
an oil-soaked rope,
catching fire with even
the smallest spark.
I close my eyes,
breathing in this heat.
Exhaling the smoke,
I taste our death.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, ceve, dark art, dark poetry, poems, poetry, shadow of eve, shadowofeve, shadowofeve.com, the first eveBy shadowofeve

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