6″The music upstairs is loud but down here, it’s dead quiet. Concrete walls. Low light. One chair. She’s in it Power walks with him. Arrogance sharp enough to draw blood He doesn’t sit. Just stands over her, gaze cold, unreadable. Voice like ice breaking underfoot I don’t waste time on things I don’t use. So convince me you’re not a waste "princess"
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