Men too young were sent to battlefields. We'll never see them again.
Blackout #91
You know it's disloyal but you hold nothing back.
Blackout #90
In shadows cast he hid.
Blackout #89
Only her eyes were like a blue jay's.
Blackout #88
I speak the language of flowers to blot out the living one.
Blackout #87
She loves like spring.
Blackout #86
It was selfish of me to lift my own burden, to want too deep.
Blackout #85
"You mean more than nicotine," she said with a grim smile.
Blackout #84
Whiskey. It's an obsession.
Blackout #83
She loved to fill up space in her life.
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