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Aug 2016
Shake me by my wrists
Tell me how much I've improved lately
and how nice it feels
to know that the word, home,
Doesn't mean a place
Please whisper to me
how scary love can be
Sometimes I am the human embodiment of the color
blue
Start at my collarbones
and
Paint me yellow
Lex
Written by
Lex  St Louis
(St Louis)   
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   Rose, Wyatt and K-mari AJani Jones
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