{"id":1857,"date":"2012-11-21T22:23:50","date_gmt":"2012-11-21T21:23:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/filosofium.wordpress.com\/?p=1857"},"modified":"2012-11-21T22:23:50","modified_gmt":"2012-11-21T21:23:50","slug":"versponnen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/?p=1857","title":{"rendered":"versponnen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"width:420px;text-align:justify;\"><font size=\"3\"><br \/>\nin der schale wird sie es vor sich hertragen. ihr herz. oder was von ihm noch \u00fcbrig. von ihm. ja, auch von ihm, der ihre finger an seine k\u00fcsse band. der seine finger aber l\u00f6ste aus den unversponnenen f\u00e4den. die sie aus ihren augen drehte. sie wird es tragen. alles wird sie tragen. was ihr herz splitterte. und was sie daraus spann.<br \/>\n<\/font><\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 evelyne w.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>in der schale wird sie es vor sich hertragen. ihr herz. oder was von ihm noch \u00fcbrig. von ihm. ja, auch von ihm, der ihre finger an seine k\u00fcsse band. der seine finger aber l\u00f6ste aus den unversponnenen f\u00e4den. die sie aus ihren augen drehte. sie wird es tragen. alles wird sie tragen. was ihr [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[21,22,239,9],"tags":[91,133,163,168,498,499],"class_list":["post-1857","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetische-gedichte-gedichte","category-prosalyrik-gedichte","category-umbruch-los","category-gedichte-2","tag-gedichte","tag-lyrik","tag-poesie","tag-prosalyrik","tag-traurigkeit","tag-trennung"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3ZwSb-tX","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1857","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1857"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1857\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1857"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1857"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/filosofium.evelyne-weissenbach.at\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1857"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}