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Leaves of defying gravity mill About in separate unison, in stupid dance. The atmosphere is circus, best act to come. With lakes shaking to a steady...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/562030"><title>The Heat</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/562030</link><description>The Heat Lips on skin taste salt and sweet Blazing paths amongst the valleys Where time is a forgotten measure And escaping breaths are caught Fingertips are dancing lightly And Grabbing tightly, holding Close as if not to slip and fall Tracing symbols spoken not The sounds are unmistakable...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/558518"><title>Listen and Kneel</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/558518</link><description>Listen and Kneel Crying is the little girl, never stops the tears. Her retching sobs, floods the place. Listen. Listen with your heart, not with just the ears. Mad you are driven, a devastating case. Look. Look upon the child's face, see the very lost. She clutches a pillow to be safe, silly...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/558267"><title>The Lost</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/558267</link><description>The Lost There is a place that no one knows. A city deserted but not quite empty. And even though few seldom go. Down the path you must take to find it. The distant scape off the lonely road. Shades bleak dreams of unlucky ones. There is a borough where no one's gone. It's always raining, a...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/558074"><title>Without the Wind</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/558074</link><description>Without the Wind A branch lies still but reaches toward the falling sun The tree, strong through seasons past with more to come It stands alone but among a forest of its kind A cold bites hard, despite the dimming shine And he swings without the wind Sounds are subtle maybe just felt instead of...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/557890"><title>In the shade</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/557890</link><description>In the shade It may surprise some, I have a bit of a dark soul And that her soul slides into mine, interlocking Like a man between a woman's thighs, shaking Quivering, bucking, the way it's suppose to feel I am the Shadow King, the carrier of the black And she is the light that surrounds me,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/557697"><title>Camp, Part One</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gardner_3/557697</link><description>Camp, Part One A purple sky, from the flickering red, of bonfires reaching, From the burning dead, to the blue black heavens, creates Within me no rising awe. 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