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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

March 2, 2020

Mercy

afloat on shadows and fallen
in the chill of
cold golden mornings,
I pray and have found gods
are the same texture as velvet.
dark and soft, yet
needing warmth
to melt and become
wet
as rain,
as tears.

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