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The Soup

The soup bowl

sits on the table

under a soft glare

of light

It sits there

on the table

unthinking

unloving

unloved

Look, said I to the soup

I understand

And I did

understand

more than that soup bowl will ever know.

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alexander-lloyd-twyman

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Published: Oct 30, 2012
LinesWords: 1442

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