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Instructions for my Funeral<\/strong><\/p>\n 1.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 don\u2019t you dare don\u2019t break my heart too.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 2.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 don\u2019t let the priest scarred from nervous habits.<\/p>\n 3.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 don\u2019t worry like we did in the car.<\/p>\n 4.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 don\u2019t layer death a summer girl.<\/p>\n Alessia Galatini<\/strong> comes from Italy and lives in London, although her mind is constantly wandering. She makes it her task to find poetry in the unexpected – she will write a lot about the world, sometimes as it is, sometimes as it should be.\u00a0 Twitter: @AlessiaGalatini<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Instructions for my Funeral 1.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 don\u2019t you dare wear sadness like a scarf that doesn\u2019t suit you. it will be enough having a broken pulse, don\u2019t break my heart too. 2.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 don\u2019t let the priest turn my memory into a list of virtues. bring me to the beach, tell the waves […]<\/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-9977","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9977","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=9977"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9977\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9979,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9977\/revisions\/9979"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9977"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9977"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9977"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwear sadness
\nlike a scarf that doesn\u2019t suit you.
\nit will be enough
\nhaving a broken pulse,<\/p>\n
\nturn my memory
\ninto a list of virtues. bring me to the beach,
\ntell the waves about my clumsiness,
\nabout my fingers<\/p>\n
\nabout being formal. i never was.
\ni\u2019d rather you wear
\nmy favourite cerulean shirt,
\nget up and sing<\/p>\n
\non top of me.
\ndon\u2019t steal winter from Hades.
\neveryone knows
\nhell is cold. i was always<\/p>\n