﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>ShapeShifter's Xanga</title><link>http://shapeshifter.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from ShapeShifter</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://shapeshifter.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Wednesday, August 20, 2003</title><link>http://shapeshifter.xanga.com/30345155/item/</link><guid>http://shapeshifter.xanga.com/30345155/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2003 16:30:36 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;i wonder where she's gone. the beat feels like its my heart
amplified into these speakers -- there is less romance when you've seen
someone's face next to yours, but i'd rather that a person be next to
me than sustain, floating in a jelly mold, idealism. the thought is
vague and the remaining bits of illusory connection (connexion for you
upon whose bed i'd like to sit again) wilt in sadness for it. i won't
stop loving you but determine not to focus my line of sight to where
you are not and rather to where you will be one day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so long.&lt;/p&gt;
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