"Rushing through the cold
Hands searching through some blood
Mind slowly growing oldHow will I know
When this seed unfolds?"
~ yours truly,Esmeray
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The Secret Oeuvre of a Ghost Named Esmeray
PoetryI was a human just like you once. A soul. I had lived a life brimmed with flowers that could glow love, had a fire within me to bring others warmth. I once had a family that cherished me, and accepted me. I had the spirit of a child, with many stori...
°{growing in the black}°
"Rushing through the cold
Hands searching through some blood
Mind slowly growing oldHow will I know
When this seed unfolds?"
~ yours truly,Esmeray