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Bread and blackthorns (Free verse) by Caducus
Her feast on the shivering table
sickened me,
like swine on Moslem tongue.
The dew of grief
from sill of souls
sickened me,
like broken bread on Roman tongue.
Imprisoned from my ribs
my heart found love,
It sickened me
like Eve on Adams tongue.
Slice the loaf for wine.
Strip the stems of roses,
crown me with its blackthorns
and watch my scalp weep
for my eyes shall not.
I am not your sacrifice
Just the worst kind of Martyrâ¦..
Unremembered.
Alive.
Yet dead to only you.
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Weighted score: 5.119203
Overall Rank: 5826
Posted: November 14, 2005 9:37 AM PST; Last modified: November 14, 2005 9:37 AM PST
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I'm sure you have an explanation why you used "from" rather than "in" or "by". I'll save you the trouble. It doesn't work.