{"id":3655,"date":"2017-04-10T19:05:52","date_gmt":"2017-04-10T19:05:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/?p=3655"},"modified":"2017-04-10T19:05:52","modified_gmt":"2017-04-10T19:05:52","slug":"the-decay","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2017\/04\/the-decay\/","title":{"rendered":"The Decay"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The decay has been happening. There is a place within me that aspires to be but is not nourished. There is a decay of my soul as it sings it’s last song on love. There is a decay of unwanted wants. There is a decay of a lost song bird. <\/p>\n

The decay is a broken door that can’t be shut. The decay is what it is and what it isn’t. <\/p>\n

When the clock strikes thirteen, it’s evident there is no more real world. The decay is in the dream world. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The decay has been happening. There is a place within me that aspires to be but is not nourished. There is a decay of my soul as it sings it’s last song on love. There is a decay of unwanted wants. There is a decay of a lost song bird.  The decay is a broken […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n