{"id":10,"date":"2008-01-31T14:05:08","date_gmt":"2008-01-31T14:05:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/archives\/10"},"modified":"2008-01-31T14:10:03","modified_gmt":"2008-01-31T14:10:03","slug":"chills","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2008\/01\/chills\/","title":{"rendered":"Chills"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u00a0The winter chills
\nInto my deep freezing bones
\nWhats left are fragments
\nof a past reminder
\nof once forgotten happiness.<\/p>\n

I once walked these paths with you
\nNow it is buried in the deep recesses of my mind.<\/p>\n

After all, there is no one.
\nNo one. In the world that
\nwill be there forever.<\/p>\n

One day you will realise
\nAnd i won’t be there anymore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 \u00a0The winter chills Into my deep freezing bones Whats left are fragments of a past reminder of once forgotten happiness. I once walked these paths with you Now it is buried in the deep recesses of my mind. After all, there is no one. No one. In the world that will be there forever. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n