<?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, 29 Apr 2026 12:10:51 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/missedconnection/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Connection Lost]]></title><description><![CDATA[Left with a mess of a heart One that I had broken Paying a penance of silence forever haunted by our last words spoken If I could I would do it all over Find a way to stay friends However, I’m always burning]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@darkphoenixapoc/connection-lost-fmu53u3h</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@darkphoenixapoc/connection-lost-fmu53u3h</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[darkphoenixapoc]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2019 12:47:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjVtYhc8EyUCS1n2TpsbpKuDhBkZTQTi2NsGVP3cuDYfbsXixUJaPcMZLJDP3PcdLMNzJqfVF9nj2SwqFg1Ffh8RmJCxv7hMmigk5dz7C4u58?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA['To the girl with cherry red boots' - a Poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[this is my tendency, to summarise with cherry redness what I couldn’t, in the moment- captivated by a cigarette behind the ear, the jet black skinnies, turn and smirk or is that rude of me to say? says]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@lazarus-wist/to-the-girl-with-cherry-red-boots-a-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@lazarus-wist/to-the-girl-with-cherry-red-boots-a-poem</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[lazarus-wist]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2018 19:28:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7258xSVeJbKnZQ6uFivyFjn2SAMy5625gtfonxWQkxjYANX5o2PKdZQdN9coavDDrMPwFcK76DH2NNVshXGE4JXAqbUrVFH5HZDvC7ezX9A9vEN3E2SEGhymGjKCNBDNGbvduafPqbSbY?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[At The Bus Stop]]></title><description><![CDATA[I got on the bus. I headed to the back and took the empty seat next to the window. I loved seating there because I could watch everybody outside the bus and those who were getting on. I had just come from]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@bhangi-nature/at-the-bus-stop</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@bhangi-nature/at-the-bus-stop</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bhangi-nature]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2018 21:49:06 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>