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Madeline<\/strong><\/p>\n Madeline, Like journeys in the sky. She lived in a chapel Madeline. Oh, how I will miss you! And around Blood, it pumps through her veins.<\/p>\n Her heart is white jelly. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Natalie Crick<\/strong> is a beauty and style writer and a poet. Her poetry has been published in a range of journals and magazines, including Cannons Mouth, Cyphers Magazine<\/em> and The Journal<\/em>. She is influenced by melancholic contemporary women’s poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Madeline Madeline, She was born In summertime, with Rainbow smoke pouring out from her mouth Like journeys in the sky. Doves danced in her hair. Who would know What was to happen next? She lived in a chapel Of glass walls. And God was like A beautiful deviant to her, a brother […]<\/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-6190","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6190","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=6190"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6190\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6192,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6190\/revisions\/6192"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nShe was born
\nIn summertime, with
\nRainbow smoke pouring out from her mouth<\/p>\n
\nDoves danced in her hair.
\nWho would know
\nWhat was to happen next?<\/p>\n
\nOf glass walls.
\nAnd God was like
\nA beautiful deviant to her, a brother maybe.<\/p>\n
\nWhat is life all about?
\nIt is like upsetting all of your best friends and
\nTurning around<\/p>\n
\nAnd around
\nUntil
\nBLACK.<\/p>\n
\nMadeline, when she was born
\nShe died inside herself.
\nSssshhhh, everything is quiet now.<\/p>\n