What is it that I don't understand? 

Why does it keep growing 

Despite the reprimand 

Fiction so entwined as to never exist 

Yet still playing like a possibility 

With the most painful of twists 

Help me out,  Logic

Help me out,  Heart

Take my mind and wipe it dark

Coz as the light filters through the limbs

It washes out the stars

And as sweet as the wind 

Is in my hair

I would rather have coffee

In my chair

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