{"id":10123,"date":"2015-06-13T17:23:21","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T21:23:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10123"},"modified":"2015-06-13T17:23:21","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T21:23:21","slug":"10123","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/10123\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8230;&#8230;."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dying to herself, withered in toil she lay.<br \/>\nArms so unkept from years of fruitless waving, one dared to quiver.<br \/>\nNot as if it mattered, what&#8217;s been done, has been done.<br \/>\nFor years, she danced around in a world of her own.<br \/>\nSeeing the unseen, occasionally drifting to one&#8230;..<br \/>\nAlways just for fun.<br \/>\nLove couldn&#8217;t live here to long.<br \/>\nAs soon as it came, even quicker it had gone.<br \/>\nIt had always been acceptable to be the lover, just not the loved.<\/p>\n<p>V.Sky<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dying to herself, withered in toil she lay. Arms so unkept from years of fruitless waving, one dared to quiver. Not as if it mattered, what&#8217;s been done, has been done. For years, she danced around in a world of her own. Seeing the unseen,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":26,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10123","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10123","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/26"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10123"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10123\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10125,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10123\/revisions\/10125"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10123"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10123"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10123"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}