{"id":272,"date":"2008-05-08T19:29:31","date_gmt":"2008-05-08T19:29:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=272"},"modified":"2008-05-08T19:31:17","modified_gmt":"2008-05-08T19:31:17","slug":"window","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2008\/05\/window\/","title":{"rendered":"Window"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She sits gracefully by the window still
\nLooking at the skies turning day and night
\nAn endless cycle of mirage warped colours
\nWishing for the rainbow over the skies.<\/p>\n

Her youth moved with the wind
\nHer pale fingers perched on the edge
\nHer body stumped on the wall
\nHer lifeless eyes stood still.<\/p>\n

She could tell no more
\nWhat was night and day
\nShe had given up hope
\nThere was no rainbows.<\/p>\n

She waits for the day she will be saved.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

She sits gracefully by the window still Looking at the skies turning day and night An endless cycle of mirage warped colours Wishing for the rainbow over the skies. Her youth moved with the wind Her pale fingers perched on the edge Her body stumped on the wall Her lifeless eyes stood still. She could […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[40,41,38,39],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n