Mabel, episode 20, acting out, in which there is no exit. Anna Limone Is not available.

At the tone, Please record your message.

No.

Don't lie to me.

Don't lie to me.

Tell me where did you sleep last night I stayed in the pines where the sun never shines

I shivered all my room I am I am I am

hearing two

If I press my ear to the walls of this house, I can hear its heartbeat, or mine, or yours.

Someone's heartbeat anyway. It might all be the same.

We might share the space of one another by now.

I am going slowly mad without you.

It was different when I could hear you, at least, your voice like a silver light through the fog, like a red thread around my wrist, around my throat. I knew you were there.

I had a kind of manifestation on which to hold.

Like photographic proof of a ghost.

A lack of argument in selfhood something. Like photographic proof of a ghost.

A lack of argument in selfhood, something verifiable to a degree.

But without that, there is nothing I can grasp.

I am left fumbling here without you, scavenging for every inch of your presence

in this new cage of mine. I miss your voice. I miss all of you every bit for the force that surprises me.

You are always making me learn new things about myself.

I might be the bartered object for the incomprehensible dark, I might be the starling that cannot get out, Anna,

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