{"id":39,"date":"2013-06-16T00:41:38","date_gmt":"2013-06-16T00:41:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/royjosephcotton.com\/wp\/?page_id=39"},"modified":"2014-02-25T03:41:45","modified_gmt":"2014-02-25T03:41:45","slug":"childhood","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/royjosephcotton.com\/wp\/childhood\/","title":{"rendered":"CHILDHOOD"},"content":{"rendered":"

CHILDHOOD<\/p>\n

Childhood;
\ngone forever,
\nwarm doves of
\nsetting hair
\nin a mouthful
\nof dust.
\nWhere are you?
\nHere the shadows
\nare cold.
\nDeath, the ideal
\nsedative cannot
\nheal the rents
\nof the soul.
\nForever gone is
\nthe fragrance of
\nyour lips.
\nYour memories
\nfill me with
\nthe feeling
\nof trees.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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