{"id":884,"date":"2014-10-02T12:49:11","date_gmt":"2014-10-02T12:49:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wsantosblog.com\/?p=884"},"modified":"2014-10-02T14:42:59","modified_gmt":"2014-10-02T14:42:59","slug":"these-little-heart-murmurs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wilsonsantos.blog\/?p=884","title":{"rendered":"These Little Heart Murmurs"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"two<\/a><\/p>\n

What sour sweetness fills the air?
\nWhat mixed flavors spur these thoughts?
\nWhat song moves us closer?
\nWhat forces wedge in between?
\nWhat plots?
\nWhat counsel?
\nWhat stench still lingers.<\/p>\n

But two crimson roses have yet to die
\nwith their delicate dry petals
\nbraving tempest rains and dessert dust
\nagainst time,
\nagainst waves of witches,
\nno longer red,
\nbut colored like tainted wine.<\/p>\n

The two roses still holding on to February
\nAnd the little heart murmurs they shared.
\nThe drip of sweat between them.
\nFrozen in that moment
\nJust like we are,
\nnow,
\nin this one.<\/p>\n

\u00a92014<\/p>\n

For Sandra Milena<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

What sour sweetness fills the air? What mixed flavors spur these thoughts? What song moves us closer? What forces wedge in between? What plots? What counsel? What stench still 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