<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Leo | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/Leo1234</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Leo</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776334761</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>darkness</title>
			<description>mmm something put together on the brink of an emotional surge?</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leo1234/328291/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>...</title>
			<description>the eyes were fierce they seared and pierced my very skin, the skin through which i lived and breathed yet right now i would do anything to get out of this, and relieve myself, relief from human suffering. love is too far, hope is flickering away, sorrow even doesn't linger too long, it's mostly emp..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leo1234/295114/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Gray Eyes</title>
			<description>through yonder gray eyes he stares with longing, desiring a glance yet not daring an entrance...lingering hoping to spill the tale of his heart yet he walks on flames burning for many reasons untold</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leo1234/295113/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Emanation</title>
			<description>Her little footsteps made a huge thud, thud, against the cold barren wooden floors. Her presence was haunting in the empty corridor, her shadows bouncing off of the pale blue walls. A light, an eternal flame almost, glowed at the end of the long hall leading to an unknown future. She walked, and slo..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leo1234/295111/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>the Thoughts</title>
			<description>My life, your life, everybody's life, what's life? Damn it's a jumbled mess, a heap of confused laundry, a load of squished words, a raggedy book telling tremendous tales of emotions. Life's what happens when you're off hoping and seeking something beautiful, but like a kite stuck in a tree it all e..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leo1234/295106/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>