Eve

Let's talk about what Eve gave us.

Curiousity. Language. Rock and Roll.

I'd forgotten the smell of young women. In realizing that I'd forgotten it, I knew that I had crossed a threshold. Not old, exactly, but older.

Her eyes were the prettiest pregnancy-test blue that I had ever seen.

I felt like a super villain that had found love.

I couldn't figure out the origami of her love but paper is flammable.

The moon has no idea how many songs have been written about her.

Now I'm dead in real life.

I'll hold you when you're gone until you come back.




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