“Traitor” By Malora Lawrence

Oh die I do declare, your deceit shan’t go unnoticed
Roll one for me again, and send me straight into psychosis!

What must I do this time, to remove your blighted curse?
In rubbing, blowing, blessing, this affliction refuses reverse

This time I promise the vice, and to seek a set anew
As I cast my final roll, out of spite you give me a two…

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