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Rome or a Room for Squatters<\/strong><\/p>\n I would if I could have a bottle or two, I\u2019d show you travel; I\u2019d show you culture I\u2019d show you the city and you would not care for it, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Emma Cookson<\/strong> graduated with a degree in English Literature with Creative Writing in 2013, then went on to carry out work placements at DK Publishing, Gladstone\u2019s Library, and Comma Press, she is now working and writing in central Manchester.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Rome or a Room for Squatters I would if I could have a bottle or two, Sat on these streets with silly old you. I\u2019d speak the lingo and you\u2019d laugh Because you did not know. I\u2019d show you travel; I\u2019d show you culture As if unveiling a project, as if I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11022","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11022","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11022"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11022\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11024,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11022\/revisions\/11024"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11022"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11022"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11022"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSat on these streets with silly old you.
\nI\u2019d speak the lingo and you\u2019d laugh
\nBecause you did not know.<\/p>\n
\nAs if unveiling a project, as if I had invented
\nTravel and culture. I\u2019d show you all in desperation,
\nIs this not the hippie nonsense you spout?<\/em>
\nTravel, explore, live, and love all?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI\u2019d strip to my skin and you would destroy me.
\nThen your needle would take the night from us both.<\/p>\n