{"id":52634,"date":"2019-06-22T19:20:41","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T23:20:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=52634"},"modified":"2019-06-22T19:20:41","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T23:20:41","slug":"dear-my-former-selfdevika-at-18-with-curly-hair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/dear-my-former-selfdevika-at-18-with-curly-hair\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear my former self,Devika at 18 with curly hair"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The curls of my hair rising in the wind,<br \/>\nwe walked around  holding hands.<\/p>\n<p>He loved me and I loved him too.<br \/>\nHe loved curling my already curly hair,<br \/>\nwith his index finger.<\/p>\n<p>We roamed around,sang together,<br \/>\nloved with no limits.<\/p>\n<p>Today,pages flip back in my mind,<br \/>\nof memories filled of beauty and life.<\/p>\n<p>He,rather we,deep within,<br \/>\nremain a sweet scented mystery,now and forever&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The curls of my hair rising in the wind, we walked around holding hands. He loved me and I loved him too. He loved curling my already curly hair, with his index finger. We roamed around,sang together, loved with no limits. Today,pages flip back in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1174,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52634","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52634","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\/1174"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52634"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52634\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52775,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52634\/revisions\/52775"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52634"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52634"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52634"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}