Without much feeling, without much feeling, he wondered why.
Blackout #27
He was like a black cat crossing.
Blackout #26
She was quite beautiful like hope.
Blackout #25
The light moved in pleasure with courtly love.
Blackout #24
Third time's the charm, my love.
Blackout #23
Free is a careless word.
Blackout #22
His voice was a siege on her heart.
Blackout #21
I love her but the thought of telling her was final.
Blackout #20
He and she knew how to forget.
Blackout #19
Wordlessly she held on to herself after she fell.
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