Twiggy C. Tubercio

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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Death dwindles behind
You turn your narrow shoulders
Your cold eyes are stone
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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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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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swift in the veins of the streets
climbing the ladder towards your brain
towards your surrounding sanity
stalking you
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This giant
Government official
Stereotypically afraid of dogs
Short shorts
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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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a happy morning
you havent called me in a while
i know its not your fault
i wish i could see your smile
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Looks like another night of waiting
The problem I have no clue of
But I need to know
I seem very nosey
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All these letters
Defining how smart,
Problematic,
Stupid and messed up
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I wrote the song for her
It was one of my first on piano
She had an eloquence I'd attempt to portray through the complexity of the progression
I struggled and rehearsed how I'd go about showing her
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We'd lay there for hours
Completely naked and pure
We'd discuss our past
present
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i am the wounded dog,
no clue on whether i will live or die
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it took a while to realize you were dead
dreams of confusion circulating in your head
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