Twiggy C. Tubercio Poems

the water in my mouth
is this what nothing tastes like?
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i love the darkness
i hate sunlight
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i get on this bus
i see the kids
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spend a night on the sun

wouldnt that be fun
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i dont know what to say
or type at that matter
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Venus doesn’t smile in the house of solitude
For this house is only a fetter to her legs
Leaving her in such a catatonic state
That a seizure would suit its common name
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A chthonic entity emerges from a lightly advanced culture
One of performing a thaumaturgy of things abnormal of its usual self
Its nescience of what slowly became incipient soon became its own hubris
This came in form of an epicenic tatterdemalion, in which curiousness of its arcanum had a ludic type feel, ultimately attracting the chthonic entity
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look at that boy

just sitting in the corner
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Comfortable positioning
The crossover casket
Life’s just a drag
In time we can pass it
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A pain suppressed so immense
Not knowing the competent cause
But knowing its there
No one completely causing the suppression
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