Words

‘It’s when the words come that you’re speaking to me. The rest of the time I think I’m alone. I imagine all kinds of things: that you’ve gone forever, that you’ve finally abandoned me to my disgrace. Then the words come again, in torrents, and I long for you to go away, for distance. Leave me alone, don’t go too far.’

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