Cognac on the rocks was her drink of choice
Until about three in the morning, then she would bounce to bourbon
Both ice cold, just like the blood in her veins
Especially as she tossed the dice one last time with everything on the line.
Cognac on the rocks was her drink of choice
Until about three in the morning, then she would bounce to bourbon
Both ice cold, just like the blood in her veins
Especially as she tossed the dice one last time with everything on the line.
Adrift in a sea of high emotions
No sunrise on the horizon to be found
Caution blew away with the high winds hours ago
Hearing the waves pounding on the rocks
Only thing he could safely do was ground himself against the current
Releasing the weight, he felt it plunge deep and hold, but for how long
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