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La Complainte de l’Oignon<\/strong><\/p>\n Every few years another layer lost <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" La Complainte de l’Oignon Every few years another layer lost and it makes me sad, peeled in the kitchen, to know I am losing this game of host, trailing myself in serial friction. It might seem like a joke but far from that I knew a girl once whose heart was broken, […]<\/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-18594","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18594","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=18594"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18594\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18790,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18594\/revisions\/18790"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand it makes me sad, peeled in the kitchen,
\nto know I am losing this game of host,
\ntrailing myself in serial friction.
\nIt might seem like a joke but far from that
\nI knew a girl once whose heart was broken,
\nwho could never get over the cold fact
\nthat some promises shouldn\u2019t be spoken.
\nAdded to this how life moves suddenly on
\nhow could she know the wisdom of onion?
\nIn time\u2019s passage we go back to the core,
\ngo back to the seed, frail child of before.
\nSo surround yourself with a brown, thick skin,
\nrealise she who holds the knife will win.<\/p>\n