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E. Veryone replied to the topic Fresh Poems! in the forum Poetry Discussions 7 years ago
The table is full
Arms are open and welcoming
Wine fills glasses and bread towers above
He takes a glass,
The liquid swirls lazily.
The glass lifts,
Stunned silence.
Bread hefted up, above the rest
The silent tearing
The hypnotized stares
“Take this wine, it is my blood”
“Take this bread, it is my body”
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