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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 03:48:37 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Art Gallery, Songs &amp; Poetry</title><link>http://www.houseofemo.com/artist-showcase/</link><description></description><copyright></copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>What Made Those Scissors Sink</title><category>Poetry Corner</category><dc:creator>Merely Human</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 13 Oct 2006 13:15:50 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.houseofemo.com/artist-showcase/2006/10/13/what-made-those-scissors-sink.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">35139:243847:722587</guid><description><![CDATA[Raw poetry, hot out of the House of Emo discussion group. I entitled this post &quot;What Made These Scissors Sink&quot;, my favorite line from the poem. To me it reflects the harsh realities that today's youth are dealing with all across the world.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.houseofemo.com/artist-showcase/rss-comments-entry-722587.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>I Dreamt of People That I Never Met</title><category>Poetry Corner</category><dc:creator>SickMoshBro</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2006 20:00:59 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.houseofemo.com/artist-showcase/2006/7/26/i-dreamt-of-people-that-i-never-met.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">35139:243847:605988</guid><description><![CDATA[Last night wasn't as bad as the night before | I dreamt of people that i never met | Wished for everything to be right | My clock stopped on 11:10...]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.houseofemo.com/artist-showcase/rss-comments-entry-605988.xml</wfw:commentRss></item></channel></rss>