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    <title>Gather: Articles by Danielle A.</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Danielle A.</description>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 16:56:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Evil Little Muse VS One True Love</title>
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      <description>Sometimes muses are not the ones that fill the emotional voids in your soul that are screaming for love; sometimes they are the ones creating those irrevocable holes.       
 
 
      Why is it . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 13:02:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-26T13:02:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Lamia - the Shade of Wanted Flesh</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977338305</link>
      <description>That faithless night still haunts  the corridors of my mind.  White exposed as sharp points descend.  My colour will call together all the creatures  of the underworld, orchestrating their revenge. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 14:26:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-04T14:26:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Have Songs With Your Name Burned Within Them</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977332478</link>
      <description>You destroy our yesterdays  just to set the sea on fire.  You're crossing over my enemy lines  and re-inventing my boundaries.  Moments like these,  few and far between.   
 
 
   I remember nights . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:20:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-26T05:20:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>You Live To Rust [a continuation]</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977325735</link>
      <description>Oh these bloodletting games  of calculating the moments  between love &amp; hate.  Only to find nothing more  but negative space.   
 
 
   We're leaving tracks in the  ones and zeroes that make up . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 13:07:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977325735</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-17T13:07:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>How A Poppy Becomes Heroin</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977300795</link>
      <description>He moves along  destruction calling his name.  He steals the breath  of the ones who wish  they would've survived  the wreckage that his  existence constructed.   
 
 
   The harder you look  the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 15:49:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977300795</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-03T15:49:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Starter</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977274612</link>
      <description>You inflicted this disaster.   
 
 
   
  Once fervor enchanted  this romantic collision  but you pay no regards to  the fresh rotting flowers  that this communion has become.   
 
 
   Industrial . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 22:05:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977274612</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-03T22:05:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Lila's Lament</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977274592</link>
      <description>Starless nights////  broken down hearts.  Waiting at the edge.  You count the waves  As I number my scars. 
       I'm as endless as the sea.    
 
 
   Cold air fills up  your blackened lungs  As . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 21:44:39 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977274592</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-03T21:44:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Drowning Room</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977259769</link>
      <description>Shutting down // collapsing  in this broken down soul  No way in - no way out.  There is a motion in the  chaos of this sound.  A tunnel but there's darkness  at the end of the light.   
 
 
   Your . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 16:45:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977259769</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-16T16:45:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Shape of Things To Come</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977235914</link>
      <description>The eyes are burning, a representation of the soul on fire.     
 
 
      Nothing calms it down; nothing can put it out.      
 
 
      The soul burns faster than anything I know.      
 
 
  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 15:49:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-21T15:49:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Artist Who Constructed the End</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977201139</link>
      <description>Flying overhead. Tracking the composition of destruction while the elder trees begin to fill up the spaces that used to be the growing wounds inside our vacant hearts.    
 
 
      The voices from . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:01:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-12-12T03:01:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>There Is Something Hanging</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977187509</link>
      <description>The breath of uncertainty &amp; i   nsincerit   y is my own.   
 
 
    I spent the last sleepless nights reading spoken word [crammed] onto year old filthy paper. Your voice is still the only thing . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 04:03:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-27T04:03:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Empty Hands</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977186505</link>
      <description>You think I'm insecure, I think         you're          insecure.    
 
 
    Chipped black nail polish with a blur of pale hands. Our open hearts shoved into our empty hands. 34 (plus) love letters . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 03:32:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-26T03:32:10Z</dc:date>
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      <title>This Absence Growing Fonder</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977182494</link>
      <description>It's the tape in the cassette player that keeps you wishing it wasn't still you and him in your bed; sprawled across dirty sheets and surrounded by too-white walls. The fan kicking itself on &amp; . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 17:47:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977182494</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-20T17:47:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>You'll Keep Breathing. Trust Me.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977182481</link>
      <description>Its funny how the tables can turn without your heart even knowing it.   
 
 
   Oh sweetheart, my heart is a graveyard... but I swear your emotions died before they could ever make it out of your . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 17:28:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-20T17:28:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>You've Branded A Heart In the Chest of This Girl</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977182473</link>
      <description>Last night I found those scars the ones that crowned your arms when we were younger- when two hearts were laced as one.   
 
 
   You placed your hand on my head but before a tear could roll . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 17:20:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-20T17:20:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Father of Folk</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977182441</link>
      <description>My father is an amazing street muscian, James Daniel Simmons. His performer name is Rain. These pictures were taken by me and in October of 2006.   
 
 
   Enjoy the pictures.</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 17:09:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977182441</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-20T17:09:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>With All Your Feeble Attempts I Still Manage To Reside</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977182459</link>
      <description>It's after the lights go out when she's on top of you trying to win her way into your heart. But it'll never be like the way I am buried in there. Underneath muscles, veins emotions &amp; too many . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 17:08:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977182459</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-20T17:08:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Year In Waiting</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977181649</link>
      <description>Keep telling yourself that I'm the one to blame when in reality you were the one who caused all this heartache.   
 
 
   Make me, break me, Love me, hate me. Make up your mind cause meanwhile I'm . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 17:35:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977181649</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-19T17:35:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Downtown Rebirth</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977180938</link>
      <description>It was dark as she finally reached New Orleans. She shut her car off after twenty minutes of trying to find a parking spot that didn't have a meter. She braced herself for the cold night air. She . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 23:19:30 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977180938</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-18T23:19:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Pluto &amp; Persephone: Plutos's Self-Deception</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977180633</link>
      <description>When letters are tucked inside books in between pages that properly explain the events that took place years ago is when you realize that he didn't make the greatest first impressions on others as . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 16:44:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977180633</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-18T16:44:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Flowers of Decay</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977180613</link>
      <description>Depression takes his flowers of decay slowly running his fingers over the petals, r-i-p-p-i-n-g them to delicate pieces that merely fall to the ground and die.    
 
 
   
 
   
 
 
   As she sat . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 16:10:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-18T16:10:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Ocean Spray</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977176067</link>
      <description>That night I swore I wouldn't rest  my head on your shoulders or have your hand slowly  run its fingers over the side of my neck My head in the crook of your shoulders and my breath slowing . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 17:01:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977176067</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-13T17:01:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Aftermath of A Convincing Stranger</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977176063</link>
      <description>Lacerating knives flesh ripping exploding bullets bones shattering chests collapsing stealing breaths engulfing darkness blinding ambulances racing traffic failed resuscitation in questing death sorrowful . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 16:57:38 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977176063</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-13T16:57:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Shadow Girl</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976918424</link>
      <description>Since you’ve left I have memorized the way the light is cast onto the floor. How sharp and bright it is and how it almost reaches to where I am sitting alone in half-darkness. And before I realize . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 00:03:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976918424</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-26T00:03:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Losing Ground</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976910005</link>
      <description>I thought I would have more perspective, the way I always had in the past…. That I would have something more to say than all these cruel intentions spinning around in my head. Or that I would . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 00:22:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976910005</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-14T00:22:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Less of a poem//// more of a confession.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976909995</link>
      <description>I never thought that I could feel this way again. To be this in love and share such a connection that I haven't felt in more than years. When you're gone nothing feels the same and I swear that when . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 00:07:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-14T00:07:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Bruised Lover</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976909994</link>
      <description>I have bruises on my right; and cuts on my left. So when you get home tonight don't call me over. Don't soothe my pains. Don't call me lover. Don't play those games. 
 These bruises will fade. These . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 00:05:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976909994</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-14T00:05:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Skeleton Coffins</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976909992</link>
      <description>These skeletons crawl out of their cage like coffins ripping apart soil &amp; ground haunting those who broke their hearts and destroyed their lives. 
 While bats grimace through skeleton key holes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 00:03:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976909992</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-14T00:03:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>When Hearts Become One</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976909892</link>
      <description>Its in every line that I've ever written, in every poem, in every unspoken part of my mind. It is engraved into my heart--- this constant notion that our lives will undoubtedly c r a s h into one . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 21:58:11 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976909892</guid>
      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-13T21:58:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Another Time &amp; I Just Might Give In</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976909889</link>
      <description>It's where edgewood crosses &amp; cleveland heights goes north to form a dead end at where we left our hearts. 
 Palm trees line my drive as I'm stuck on the thought of you. I cannot speak - I barely . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 21:48:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Danielle A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-13T21:48:56Z</dc:date>
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