<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 13 May 2026 04:56:51 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@thelegendaryanya/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Wrath of the Calm]]></title><description><![CDATA[The scarlet of the blood The crimson in my cheeks another shade to my sin not the love—as it seems The beauty of the pride The youth of my lust has no boundaries to reach with the calm inside, that is]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@thelegendaryanya/the-wrath-of-the-calm</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@thelegendaryanya/the-wrath-of-the-calm</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[thelegendaryanya]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jul 2017 16:31:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[my technical heart]]></title><description><![CDATA[I gave him my technical heart unscrewed to parts Thought the red had turned to rust that I brushed him the dust But he wrapped so close his blood coloured it and sort into one healing bolt called love-]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@thelegendaryanya/my-technical-heart</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@thelegendaryanya/my-technical-heart</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[thelegendaryanya]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2017 15:18:15 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>