{"id":3634,"date":"2019-12-29T07:00:14","date_gmt":"2019-12-29T11:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/?p=3634"},"modified":"2019-12-28T21:14:56","modified_gmt":"2019-12-29T01:14:56","slug":"two-loaves","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/2019\/12\/29\/two-loaves\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Loaves"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\n\n<\/span><\/p><p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"padding-left: 80px;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Between two loaves dies<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">A toyish tomato slice<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The ketchup couldn&#8217;t suffice<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">So I was killed thrice.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\n\n<\/span><\/p><p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"padding-left: 80px;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Loud is your empty voice<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">You left me with no choice<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">So I sat with my fake poise<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Amidst your broken toys.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\n\n<\/span><\/p><p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"padding-left: 80px;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">I became one too<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">When bled the morning dew<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Your fingers forcing me to<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Smush faces with you.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\n\n<\/span><\/p><p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"padding-left: 80px;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">When I said no<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">I could feel the strong blow<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The pain wasn&#8217;t too low<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Did you break my toe?<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\n\n<\/span><\/p><p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"padding-left: 80px;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Alas, the sky is red<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">And is the body dead?<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Breathing loaves of bread<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Are going back to bed.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\n\n<\/span><\/p><p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"padding-left: 80px;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">And I shut my tired eyes<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Hearing quarrels go by<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">There is no starry sky<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">To lift me up so high.<\/span><\/p><p>&nbsp;<\/p><h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">image from unsplash<\/h6><p>&nbsp;<\/p><p>.<\/p><p>&nbsp;<\/p><p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Between two loaves diesA toyish tomato sliceThe ketchup couldn&#8217;t sufficeSo I was killed thrice. 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