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ESSAY ON SOAP

one piece was always nearby,
followed its own phases,
diminishing like almost everything does;
then stood again full
and luminously white in its bowl.

weighed like a stone in the fist,
in a froth, it became softer:
one washed oneself from cain into abel.

once it was forgotten, it weathered
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