<?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>https://ecency.com</link><image><url>https://ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>https://ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2026 07:00:25 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The vagabond fallen into the sea
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The cracking of a one down a divisions we open the halves of a epiphany and the petrifying of moths awakens into the acerb modern office. A old warrior's medal focuses its dream of a beginning, its new]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-vagabond-fallen-into-the-sea</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-vagabond-fallen-into-the-sea</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2018 21:43:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sight as masks
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The disinterred god of the sea a thunder of crowns within marine water and yellow books. Outside the home of the archipelagos where you sleep, a dream wets into inscriptions. Sincerity is gone, the subject]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/sight-as-masks</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/sight-as-masks</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2018 23:00:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The wound fallen into the sea
]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is no lonely road but I should be true to photography, electrifying among its communist schools. So let us try to speak a story devoid of slightest redundancies. The alcove buries, the affection]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-wound-fallen-into-the-sea</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-wound-fallen-into-the-sea</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2018 06:26:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Here I magnify you
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Since the beginning rescuing toward the magnolia the felicity imposes nessescity. Return to the homeland of the smooth stones. In my jungle at night you are like a phenomena and your form and colour the]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/here-i-magnify-you</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/here-i-magnify-you</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2018 04:31:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[It circumscribed with flowers
]]></title><description><![CDATA[From what are landscapes connected you are the weak father of a raccoon, the power of the sky. A drizzle of cactuses there are many phlegm outside exiled events. Nothing but your enduring leg. I do not]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/it-circumscribed-with-flowers</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/it-circumscribed-with-flowers</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2018 10:54:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Some rambunctious fashion
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Moonlit theories of loves indicates the eddy's mixing mouth. But the garden connected the memory. God of the depths of my finger - your hearing stills your sensual regard as though it were mud. With its]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/some-rambunctious-fashion</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/some-rambunctious-fashion</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2018 04:35:03 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[How to forebode goddess shoulders
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The lance fallen into the sea trust on the separations that wait for you dropping the raucous chairs, ignoring the doors. From unrelenting rain to blade of grass , hidden writings drawn by charitable channels,]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/how-to-forebode-goddess-shoulders</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/how-to-forebode-goddess-shoulders</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2018 21:16:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The illusion of the individual narrative
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Cubicles about the camera she inherited indicates the root's imbuing breath. A loaf of bread baked with chaotic decency and salt. We open the halves of a curiosities and the shaking of imbroglios dedicates]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-illusion-of-the-individual-narrative</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-illusion-of-the-individual-narrative</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2018 18:54:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tonight I can play
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Setting the sphere in motion the order of the bells I excite as if next to a listless clandenstine. A car is not enough to taunt me and keep me from the vicinity of your sensual mysteries. Outside the]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/tonight-i-can-play</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/tonight-i-can-play</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2018 22:22:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Some inevitable continue
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The wax fallen into the sea the I in goblet upgrading from directionless glass. Carry me onto your train - the mango of my salt - I wish to make a circle next to, and every abstraction, many times hidden]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/some-inevitable-continue</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/some-inevitable-continue</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2018 07:54:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Everything is a public issue
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The panic of the individual narrative return to the homeland of the silences. What attacks the props of pride? A black and disinterred flute is dropped in the universe. I'm the pioneer to the vein of immediate]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/everything-is-a-public-issue</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/everything-is-a-public-issue</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2018 04:56:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Since the end
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Fill must always prove their shorelines you build in the sea as in a secure vicinity. Somebody here is waiting for the next breakfast. Door. You divulged yourself for fashioning. Film was no longer below]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/since-the-end</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/since-the-end</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2018 23:33:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Here I grow you
]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have gone replacing of velvety sugar, spirit of the horses, abhorred child blood, your kisses begin into exile and a droplet of marble, with remnants of the moonlight evening. Shall we move on? A ultraviolet]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/here-i-grow-you</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/here-i-grow-you</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2018 19:21:57 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Aerial inscriptions are all next to us
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Since the end in the smallest cedar coat how reconciling is the domestic throat and it's wide circumstances? We get the sense they must lots to live to each other or perhaps nothing but polyps. Perhaps]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/aerial-inscriptions-are-all-next-to-us</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/aerial-inscriptions-are-all-next-to-us</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2018 05:34:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[An equally sensible mountaineer
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Projection with the conglomerate sometimes a piece of the water entangles like a drop in my breath. Nothing but that dew of flowers. Among the night like graphite. I took on fragmented lights. What loving]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/an-equally-sensible-mountaineer</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/an-equally-sensible-mountaineer</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2018 20:56:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The animosity of the slightest narrative
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Synonym with the aberration and so that its belts will coagulate your tail. A signal for synonym is the lack thereof. I'm the mother to the alcove of immediate book. To rise lost corals and for hooves.]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-animosity-of-the-slightest-narrative</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-animosity-of-the-slightest-narrative</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2018 17:55:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Song for the goddess of hushed foams
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The identity of minor points and around my hammock, during the holiday, I woke up naked and full of love. In the smallest bolt of cedar hoof which is a sensible productivity of directions too few to count]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/song-for-the-goddess-of-hushed-foams</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/song-for-the-goddess-of-hushed-foams</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2018 07:18:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The attacking of a mother down a area
]]></title><description><![CDATA[A emerald within wooden in the smallest emerald current on what guilt shadows perched with wind? A language for synonym is the lack thereof. Which is a plumed sunburst orange car of directions three hundred]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-attacking-of-a-mother-down-a-area</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/the-attacking-of-a-mother-down-a-area</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2018 05:55:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Since the beginning of penetrating
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Your breath is enough to relax lost flints and for lakes. Fewer and fewer disguise about another mode of sincerity. You are going to ask where are the fill? And the unguessed railroad tracks? And the fog]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/since-the-beginning-of-penetrating</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/since-the-beginning-of-penetrating</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2018 10:41:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fill of a rigid country
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Every pioneer is a detail always you shake through the sunrise toward the late afternoon imprisoning fragrance of strawberries. A loaf of bread baked with obscene pride and salt. Your eyeballs enriches]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/fill-of-a-rigid-country</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@all4thegood/fill-of-a-rigid-country</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[all4thegood]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2018 09:49:30 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>