Twist Our Treaty | Poem

Anger’s burning time for being time,

I’m waiting for that night,

On my terms, on my understanding,

I’m designing my night to love pass,

Deathra, tonight, I’m tearing our souls apart,

I’m paining myself,

Will you let me twist our treaty to this us?


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