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Love Runs Like Dry Sex

Grant GuyOctober 24, 2017

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Love Runs Like Dry Sex

written by: Grant Guy

Love runs like dry sex
She walked in & out of love
Opening & shutting the door before & after her

In the beginning
I thought a miracle was about to happen
There was a miracle for the secular kind
Not the miracle I had expected

The miracle
The miracle was how little I was hurt
After falling 18 stories of love

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Grant Guy is a Canadian puppeteer, writer and illustrator. Currently he is the artistic director of the object theatre The Circus of Objects. His poems, stories and illustrations have appeared in over 100 journals and reviews in North America, Europe and Africa. He has five books published, including OPEN FRAGMENTS, and his most recent publication, a children's illustrated book THERE WAS A FARMER'S WIFE. He was the 2004 recipient of the Manitoba Arts Council's Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the Winnipeg Arts Council's Making A Difference Award.

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