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.
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pochita's Lab
Information
- pochita has 2035 creatures
- Joined at 4:03 am, 24/08/2020
- Previously known as nilihism
Achievements
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 | TO DIE WITHOUT A HAPPY ENDING | |
|---|---|---|
 | breathe me in and let me go | |
 | lay waste to what you've made | |
 | guess your fairytale had a few plot holes | |
 | feeling luckier than ever with u | |
 | where ever you thought you went | |
 | tfw previews break again | |
 | waiting for closure, still | |
 | it came from the suburbs | |
 | - x - x - x - x - x - | |
 | whales that freelance together | |
 | - x - x - x - x - x - | |
 | octobers got those orange eyes | |
 | but somehow i still lost sight | |
 | when you lifted the lid | |
 | off of my pumpkin head | |
 | and kissed me goodnight | |
 | she could be a | |
 | thorn in my side | |
 | we never quite | |
 | broke that horse | |
 | she slept in | |
 | the cul-de-sac rye | |
 | seven miles from | |
 | my front porch | |
 | bundle up and come with me now | |
 | down the road | |
 | to the burned down barn | |
 | we could make | |
 | a blanket of coats | |
 | and breathe our souls | |
 | into the neighbors front lawn | |
 | but, oh god, | |
 | that look in your eye | |
 | trouble that does | |
 | not search words | |
 | it sprung from a biblical vine | |
 | awaiting to return to the dirt | |
 | you swept all the red | |
 | from my cheeks | |
 | i didn't hear you | |
 | come back inside | |
 | i light up the gas in the den | |
 | and stand there in the | |
 | thin winter light | |
 | but, oh god, | |
 | that curve in your spine | |
 | a question mark, | |
 | a doctor's sigh | |
 | was framed by the windowsill |
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