[00:47.125]Still soft when speaking from white flag book lungs[00:58.673]Bees made hives on the back of her tongue[01:10.507]I took weightless words[01:16.146]Her clouds move right through me[01:21.769]A line of best fit[01:27.968]Landlocked in light[01:45.503]Her teeth marks patched up the lines on my palms[01:49.154]The edge of her spine braided into mine[01:51.972]We were mute in the mouth of the moon[01:55.361]We were mute in the mouth of the currents[01:58.183]Of blood vessels containing the sea[02:01.482]That keep you from coming back to me...[02:33.388]Bees made hives in the mouth of the lion[02:44.374]I made my home in the house of a liar