Jason
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Lover ... Healer of my soul.
I am many! You make me whole.
You love me tender in the light
And in the forests of the night.

Shadows lurk inside my brain,
Beasts that fed upon my pain.
Like a Hero with thoughts of Steel
You slay the demons that I feel.

When our lips meet and liquids pass
You sense my fear/ hopes in this farce.
You even hear things I don't say
And see the scenes that myselves play.

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Last updated February 2003

© Jason Smith & Warwick Kolleth, 1998