<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Blog Entries by &quot;󠁝      &quot; | SpaceHey</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/user?id=2619969</link><description>The most recent Blog Entries by the User &quot;󠁝      &quot; on SpaceHey</description><item><title>wings</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2051613</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2051613</guid><description>&quot;You, white tinted apple that falls from the tree upon my lap. Angel that turns her back towards me. Silence with the soft features of a prisoner. You, that observes the oaks&#039;s branches from inside your cell, hitting your window, unaware of their freedom. Your mirror shall look back to you, reflect those perfect, untouchable, feminine eyes, a reminder that you&#039;re beautiful, pure inside this prison...</description><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2026 21:19:27 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>you</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1173491</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1173491</guid><description>&quot;What is your personality made of? Do you think it&#039;s memories? Perhaps you are the way your mother held you and hummed lullabies until she had made sure you were already dreaming, or, on the contrary, the way she didn&#039;t. Perhaps you&#039;re made of giggles with friends, of conversations and songs. Perhaps most of the words that come out of your mouth aren&#039;t yours. Perhaps you are, also, all those thoug...</description><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2024 18:49:20 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>god</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1162335</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1162335</guid><description>I remember her hands, right next to my own, both our shadows merging into a single one, lingering on the well illuminated floor of that familiar church. The mistress was right in front of us, holding a beautiful dagger that reflected the rays of moonlight before our eyes. She was lecturing us. Lilianne was quiet, looking in her direction with a subtly absent gaze. She wasn&#039;t paying attention, star...</description><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2024 19:49:38 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>hunger</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1160415</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=1160415</guid><description>god, i fear my heart is made of teeth, i fear it can do nothing but devour. i&#039;m afraid i&#039;ll make a feast out of your heart and your tears will be my wine. because, after all, we&#039;re meat before we are people. i am hungry. my fingertips are led by a monster from the past, my voice is just a shadow of someone else&#039;s throwing blades and screaming words that are not mine. because, after all,</description><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2024 20:23:02 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>