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.
Heather tried to just walk away
Every part of her screamed for her to do so
And yet she ran towards the trouble
Reaching out to help those mired in its grasp
To make a difference while blood still pumped through her veins
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