I wonder, she said, why it is you don't fit
The sums make sense, perfect alignment
And yet there you are, disjointed from reality
Like some phrase to the left of my tongue
One that feels right, but cannot be articulated
I can feel the machinery grinding over
The misplaced bump of your existence
Smoothing away rough and raw emotion
The world is getting smaller
Soon it will be christmas again
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