<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>kayamu | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/kim123</link>
		<description>The original writings of author kayamu</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1775968767</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Erase</title>
			<description>How do I make myself more palatable,Easy to swallow,So you don't choke on my bitterness.How do I make myself smooth,Soften my hard edges,So you don't cut yourself on the shards of my heart.How do I make myself small,Something to dismiss,So I don't cast a shadow on your ego.How do I erase myself,Like..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kim123/2153601/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Cut Ties</title>
			<description>The ropes that held us together were a part of me.&amp;nbsp;They were intertwined with my limbs like ivy, merged into my skin.&amp;nbsp;But I guess the same ropes were cutting into yours.&amp;nbsp;So I had to cut off what was once my best side.The side that was rotting because of your toxic lies.&amp;nbsp;So I coul..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kim123/1902447/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Eclipse</title>
			<description>I have a hole in my chest that I am trying to fill.It&amp;rsquo;s not attention I want to feel really It&amp;rsquo;s just love.It&amp;rsquo;s why I run into the arms of men that want me for my body and nothing else.The arms of men that need me for one night but never the next.Mistaking their lust for something ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kim123/1902246/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>