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The Secret<\/strong><\/p>\n The words fell from her mouth The secret! It is the last night of their lives. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Natalie Crick<\/strong> has always found delight in writing and first began to write when she was a very young girl.\u00a0 Her Poetry has been published in various books and magazines including Carillon, Masque Decanto Publishing, Poetry Scotland, Interpreters House <\/em>and National Poetry Anthology 2013.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Secret The words fell from her mouth Like black snakes. Hissss. She has lost them all. The secret! A promise she could not keep. Someone knows. He lies in bed, the room growing dark. It is the last night of their lives. Take me there To the beautiful people Who run […]<\/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-12413","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12413","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=12413"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12413\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12416,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12413\/revisions\/12416"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12413"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12413"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12413"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLike black snakes.
\nHissss.
\nShe has lost them all.<\/p>\n
\nA promise she could not keep.
\nSomeone knows.
\nHe lies in bed, the room growing dark.<\/p>\n
\nTake me there
\nTo the beautiful people
\nWho run in the garden in long coats<\/p>\n