An empty beer bottle and a broken wine glass sat amiddle
of the raw wooden table. A scene of clear mistrust. The wine, half
finished and brittle with sharp little shards. A dark ambient music
echoed through the green tinged, smoke laden room. The couple, itf
that is what they now were, lay sprawled in opposite corners satiated
beyond overkill. they no longer spoke. They no longer needed to. They
looked in opposite directions. to the sea. To the sea, where all the
angels and sirens were calling. Surrender yourself, the opiate is
done. Surrender to the call of all that is gone.
They left the room by opposite doors.
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