i have a bowl of thin soup
hot to touch i have to blow
i see ripples hitting edges
it came to me i'm giant
blowing all those waves
and rocking sea lanes
it didn't help that much
i scoop ice from my cup
and put it cube by cube
it change texture & taste
cold i ain't scald my lips
same calories it keeps
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