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Still soft when speaking from white flag book lungs |
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Bees made hives on the back of her tongue |
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I took weightless words |
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Her clouds move right through me |
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A line of best fit |
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Landlocked in light |
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Her teeth marks patched up the lines on my palms |
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The edge of her spine braided into mine |
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We were mute in the mouth of the moon |
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We were mute in the mouth of the currents |
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Of blood vessels containing the sea |
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That keep you from coming back to me... |
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Bees made hives in the mouth of the lion |
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I made my home in the house of a liar |
