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Kathy my sweet's heart was too big for meSo she shared it with Joel in an inn down the streetWhere he filled it with whimsy, books, and bad poetryThe loveliest words to keep her preservedEmotional taxidermyAs she slouched in her car, the guilt tore thru her heartA head full of exhaust where sleep isn't farBut dreams never come, the true damage is doneAnd the weight and the cost are much more than I'llEver be able to stealHow does it feel?The blood froze in his veins when I blew out his brainsIn a living room nightmare, ideas stain the drapesLike, "Love is amorphous, contingent, and porous,"It defies all defining, there's no use denying,"It's funny, it's always for sale"Aw hell."Dream to sleep, sleep to wake, for reality's sakeKeep it buffered with flowers, makes for pretty mistakesBut mistakes nonetheless, packed to dense to suppressThe insatiable urge to binge and to purge the soulThe soul. From Letras Mania