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Aug 2015
I'm starting with u
I'm saying a kiss
Is a century
I am saying
Baby u r so *******
Beautiful that perchance
Buildings glance
They'd fall down
A plane zooming
Overhead would
Drop from sky
I'm saying I can't stop
I am a ******
And escape is futile
They've seen the aldermen about it
Plastered every light post
Every business owner's window
Spray painted on the side of
The fire house even scribbled
In the bathroom stall
     Escape is futile
I'm saying I am losing
Touch with the hour
I am saying u r a pile of *******
I'm saying u r a light bulb
Above a chair ur a syringe
In the vein
A push of plunger
And I can literally
Feel the reverberations
Off the walls of the needle
From sirens passing thru
Silhouetted by headlights
Of police cars is me
Running almost out of breath
Straight into arms
I'm saying I see u
behind the wheel
Your lips, mouthing,
Escape is futile
At the same instance
Ripping at seams of my jeans
To escape
I'm saying please arrest
My gun on a rampage
Blowing tops off
Church steeples
Slaying little children
At this hour I'd rest
But I love u
Written by
Bratt M Jones  St. Louis, mo.
(St. Louis, mo.)   
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