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Gerry Boyd
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Body found on beach at Sea Bright
A body found on beach at Sea Bright turns on sand and breathes: coughs a gnarled seaweed at the tide and saves his soul.: what was alive on a fairy strand left him denied at night, trench coat dry drunk tied with the belt in a loop like Bogart, a way to jus...

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When the grey rain it seems
When the grey rain it seems drowning though pastels washes a turquoise bench between two curved palms, sadness. A numbness in red hard hands and sandals streaks the blinded window with mostly joyous songs. Many things are lost. There was a photograph of you...

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If I died right now, I'd have to say it was a pretty fantastic life
Big cursors want very badly to run your life for in you value exists the nature of which is lost today. When a cold rain wafts grey grief, and pebbles a little dampening puckered kiss it is possible to forget life, if only at the punch of hazy late afternoo...

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A Small Crematorium Can Only Burn Little Things
Upward facing leopard is a pose that few attempt, also the schoolyard will seek to hide its red bricks behind old charcoal stains that rise over hard pent rust iron doors. Tight shiny coils, a cast door thick, on a handle that requires you to lift. Here was...

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Joy
The joy I felt when you bent your warm neck on mine in the curvy aftermath of beige pillows happily tossed, and your sweet deep snore. It's the only joy I will ever need.

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Draft of a Poem not Written
When the window broke with a wide teal shatter, a lattice painted on pine in this world, but strange, burst into a wet torrent. Hurricanes arising matter when, unexpectedly, a blue frame is broken. Rains misunderstood wash away squares looping green, but ye...

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Chapter One
Off-key melodies show the genius of the rhythm of austere cold in the yellow shale neighborhood where the cute doctor shaved downstairs. Ahem. Yeah, doctorates awarded to the expected brood Because dark blue courses lay down a bonded way that cannot, for a ...

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To call it swimming is weird
The day I overdosed on anchovies was a cloudy day with winds from the east that purple and lime green blustered while a lame purpose from the east swayed twin palm's golden birthing into that dictionary scene.   A little cow funk evaporated through the clea...

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One Afternoon
One of the greatest pleasures in life is to lie skin to skin with another human being. To feel hot breath on your neck or to breathe hot breath on the neck of another. To feel your hairy legs wrapped around hairless legs or to feel hairless legs wrapped by ...

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It's just a little longer, is all.
First in the barnyard, I noticed the brown: When the young pretender entered it was bad but the blood is already washed away. I heard the boss scratch ready to crow at morning sun. I looked up at stucco, a shadowed swept low arc, hands soon to expose every ...
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