Twiggy C. Tubercio

As the break lights slowly descend
And inevitably turn the corner
I go back to the realistic
I know those lights will come back
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Death dwindles behind
You turn your narrow shoulders
Your cold eyes are stone
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i dont want this to be a memory

emotionally cut the emotionally scarred
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Disgusting looks to the one you applauded
To whose opinions and ways you nodded
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On the curb
With the common scold
Ive got no one left
and my heart is cold
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the autocrat of racial slur
empowers itself through the fall of the bottomless cross
anti-Christ superstar in a whole new form
new sex falls and regurgitates her followers
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This giant
Government official
Stereotypically afraid of dogs
Short shorts
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swift in the veins of the streets
climbing the ladder towards your brain
towards your surrounding sanity
stalking you
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Hope until tomorrow,
And only then can we wish for better days
Hating everything about you,
But wishing you would stay
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I am just a clones off-breed
Sick of the popularity tourniquet
Unlike how you feed
I am getting sick of it
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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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