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One night while my grandmother sleeps As if he senses her loneliness but words go missing, memories migrate\u2014 Theft One night while my grandmother sleeps he slips in, through a window that isn’t quite closed, through her dreams. As if he senses her loneliness he gives her his heart, won’t leave but words go missing, memories migrate\u2014 nothing’s where it used to be, she can’t tell what’s gone. Juliet […]<\/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-13670","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13670","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=13670"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13670\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14006,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13670\/revisions\/14006"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13670"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13670"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13670"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTheft<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nhe slips in, through a window
\nthat isn’t quite closed,
\nthrough her dreams.<\/p>\n
\nhe gives her his heart,
\nwon’t leave<\/p>\n
\nnothing’s where it used to be,
\nshe can’t tell what’s gone.<\/p>\n
\nJuliet Humphreys<\/strong>‘ poems have been published in a variety of magazines including The Rialto, The North, Acumen, Orbis<\/em> and Ink Sweat and Tears.<\/em> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"