2″i sit in my booth, right by the stage, sipping my whiskey. it's shit, given that i normally drink a thousand dollars per glass. but it'll do until my real obsession steps onto the stage. her. too young. too alluring. too angelic. too far to reach. but mine. all mine. she can run all she wants. I'll catch her, bring her back onto stage and make her dance, just for me. in private. and then not with flimsy clothes, but dresses worth millions. smiling. happy. mine. come on little angel.
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