regulus' sad boy poetry

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Parts 10
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Reads 55
Votes 27
Parts 10
Time 6m

"Roses are red, my dad is a prick, don't make me go to work, I'd rather die," Barty whines. 
    
    "That doesn't even rhyme," Regulus mutters. 
    
    Barty grunts. "Poetry doesn't have to rhyme. You taught me that. Anyway, it's better than whatever you're writing about, no doubt. Make a note of it, would you? I'm a genius." 
    
    "Roses are red, get out of my bed, do as I said, or I'll remove your fucking head," Regulus snaps, even as he twists his wrist and writes Barry's stupid poem in the margin, signing it with 'an idiot who, sadly, thinks he's a genius.'
    [crimson rivers, chapter 32: gifts]
    
    or, a teenager who expresses their frustration with the world through poetry.All Rights Reserved

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"Roses are red, my dad is a prick, don't make me go to work, I'd rather die," Barty whines. 
    
    "That doesn't even rhyme," Regulus mutters. 
    
    Barty grunts. "Poetry doesn't have to rhyme. You taught me that. Anyway, it's better than whatever you're writing about, no doubt. Make a note of it, would you? I'm a genius." 
    
    "Roses are red, get out of my bed, do as I said, or I'll remove your fucking head," Regulus snaps, even as he twists his wrist and writes Barry's stupid poem in the margin, signing it with 'an idiot who, sadly, thinks he's a genius.'
    [crimson rivers, chapter 32: gifts]
    
    or, a teenager who expresses their frustration with the world through poetry.

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