Blues in the Night

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Originally uploaded by Cheerful One.

He sits in his room and listens to the blues, watching the smoke rise in a curl from the tip of his cigarette.

She lays curled up: hugging the far edge of the bed, staring through the darkness at the pattern on the curtains which she bought but no longer likes; surrounded by emptiness, hollowed out inside by the wishing and wanting that she knows is pointless but is unable to resist.

Alone and empty, lost and betrayed, longing for someone to reach across and make contact.


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