Jason Page Poems

Your lips are like wine and I want to get drunk
Close your eyes imagine a kiss
May you see the stars and wish
Passionate bliss embrace you
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The cost
No more cake the bowl remains empty
Of any stories
Pork pies of lies
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Quite florescent mist lingers after the rain
our mounts are quaking about the wind
The breeze when it blows is full of the salt of tears
They sense the incoming storm
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