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Fideo-the way to your heart

Fideo, the way to your heart

swirled away at a peculiar part
of life that left me nestled

Upon a stove that carries no flame

No soup for the soul, oh please no,
but a spoon and empty bowl

Like lovers, grew cold
As lovers
Is lovers..

Fideo my lover yet nothing to hold
A song without tune
A bird without lark

Sipping her through a bending fork

And damndness so weak without any flavor
Fide-oh my love,
My heart,
You took all my labor

EV
 

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