Words to worry with, branded as pets.

Envy. And ownership. Wrath, then regret.

I've traced them, laced them with lopsided logic.

tasted every edge, line, and corner with a lockpick.

your speeches spoil me sour, sweetly reek sincerity, assuredly.

a temper timbered september to embers, now she triples her security.

Retcon the rules, Retconned the reasons, Retcons are conman-placed.

Never you, though. I embrace your impact: the realest thing I never had two face.