#notalovestory - Hello Poetry

he wanted romantic poetry and thats something I'll never be -em vidar

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC

em_vidar

W0RD5

he wanted romantic poetry and thats something I'll never be -em vidar

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3 2 1 Fry Fry Laugh Fry Survive Don't get eaten. Gluttons. It will always be us, Home. Glory Merciless Merciful. This is our circle, Crinkle cut & deep fried. Waffle cut Curly & Seasoned. Get the ketchup & Drown our starch. We are crispy. We are family. We are fries... & This is our box.

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC

amor-sin-remorse

Freedom Fries

3 2 1 Fry Fry Laugh Fry Survive Don't get eaten. Gluttons. It will always be us, Home. Glory Merciless Merciful. This is our circle, Crinkle cut & deep fried. Waffle cut Curly & Seasoned. Get the ketchup & Drown our starch. We are crispy. We are family. We are fries... & This is our box.

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wire coils with evenly spaced teeth, shredded the clothing from beneath, experience is a teacher, tangled and torn, out, getting no where, so no point to seethe, fabric strips draped on a concertina wreath, technique is a quality, better used and worn- out! lost!, lose!, loose!, free the beast, free the beast!, into the rabble, into the pen of fractured plates, ***** the grey, matters not, just find that ten per- cent! wounded heart, bent aging knees, cannot rise, to run away uphill against the wind, no surprise no one will answer, the silent cry, or the loud sh- out! empty places, empty faces, reflected sour silhouettes, every fifth bullet traces and arcs in the night sky, why can't violence be allowed the right to die out- right? Left, right left, get in step with techno sounds, dance all night, while the para-military do the rounds, around the wire obstacles, to keep her away, keep her out!

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Dec 28, 2014

Dec 28, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC

darrell-wade-elverum

out

wire coils with evenly spaced teeth, shredded the clothing from beneath, experience is a teacher, tangled and torn, out, getting no where, so no point to seethe, fabric strips draped on a concertina wreath, technique is a quality, better used and worn- out! lost!, lose!, loose!, free the beast, free the beast!, into the rabble, into the pen of fractured plates, ***** the grey, matters not, just find that ten per- cent! wounded heart, bent aging knees, cannot rise, to run away uphill against the wind, no surprise no one will answer, the silent cry, or the loud sh- out! empty places, empty faces, reflected sour silhouettes, every fifth bullet traces and arcs in the night sky, why can't violence be allowed the right to die out- right? Left, right left, get in step with techno sounds, dance all night, while the para-military do the rounds, around the wire obstacles, to keep her away, keep her out!

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