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The Love Troll<\/strong><\/p>\n It knew of the unknowable distance but God knows how it got there – pinned its tenancy and sat there, observing, It was a keen musician, slept when I slept, I continued as normal with an awareness of it Once, on the way to college, holding steady in the window and I found a privilege It ended its stay at the next stop, it looked back knowing that the dialogue however unspoken – And that was the last without ceremony <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0Tom Wiggins<\/strong>\u00a0 is a 28 year-old writer from Gloucester.\u00a0 He is an amateur antique dealer and student studying stone masonry in Bath.\u00a0 He tweets @thewigginsboy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Love Troll It knew of the unknowable distance that grew between us, but God knows how it got there – one day it wandered in, pinned its tenancy to the inside of my chest and sat there, observing, oblivious to nothing. It was a keen musician, keeping tempo with my tempo, […]<\/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-9303","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9303","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=9303"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9306,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9303\/revisions\/9306"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthat grew between us,<\/p>\n
\none day it wandered in,<\/p>\n
\nto the inside of my chest<\/p>\n
\noblivious to nothing.<\/p>\n
\nkeeping tempo with my tempo,<\/p>\n
\nread when I read.<\/p>\n
\namid the newness of letting go<\/p>\n
\nthat snuck past definition.<\/p>\n
\nI saw its reflection<\/p>\n
\nof a passing train<\/p>\n
\nto the age I was present in.<\/p>\n
\nbut before it was lost to the crowd,<\/p>\n
\nand we smiled to each other<\/p>\n
\nbetween me and you –<\/p>\n
\nwould continue.<\/p>\n
\nI saw of it<\/p>\n
\nbut with rhythm in its shoes.<\/p>\n