pochita's lab
A deep breath is drawn as you approach the door in front of you. With a gentle push, the door glides open and you are welcomed into a space that seems uncharacteristic of a scientist-- soft, pastel colors adorn the area around you as you are greeted by a towering, white Senfina Krizo. The beast warbles at you before lazily lumbering off to it's resting place. As your eyes re-focus, you notice how cluttered of a workspace this is. It might be better to come back later.
Information
- pochita has 2057 creatures
- Joined on August 24th, 2020
Achievements
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TO DIE WITHOUT A HAPPY ENDING | |
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breathe me in and let me go | |
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lay waste to what you've made | |
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guess your fairytale had a few plot holes | |
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feeling luckier than ever with u | |
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where ever you thought you went | |
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tfw previews break again | |
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waiting for closure, still | |
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it came from the suburbs | |
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- x - x - x - x - x - | |
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whales that freelance together | |
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- x - x - x - x - x - | |
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octobers got those orange eyes | |
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but somehow i still lost sight | |
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when you lifted the lid | |
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off of my pumpkin head | |
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and kissed me goodnight | |
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she could be a | |
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thorn in my side | |
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we never quite | |
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broke that horse | |
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she slept in | |
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the cul-de-sac rye | |
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seven miles from | |
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my front porch | |
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bundle up and come with me now | |
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down the road | |
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to the burned down barn | |
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we could make | |
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a blanket of coats | |
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and breathe our souls | |
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into the neighbors front lawn | |
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but, oh god, | |
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that look in your eye | |
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trouble that does | |
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not search words | |
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it sprung from a biblical vine | |
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awaiting to return to the dirt | |
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you swept all the red | |
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from my cheeks | |
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i didn't hear you | |
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come back inside | |
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i light up the gas in the den | |
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and stand there in the | |
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thin winter light | |
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but, oh god, | |
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that curve in your spine | |
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a question mark, | |
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a doctor's sigh | |
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was framed by the windowsill |