"After some time
I came back to where I used to call home
It was almost the same as I remember it
The graffiti, the neighbors, the streetlights
Stepping on staples and pins
So much I've forgotten
The crows would moan out names
It feels different without the croons of the pigeons
Where could they have gone?"
~ 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...
