~We meet at night,
Under the pale moonlight,
For our mothers,
Dearly hated each other.
Our friendship grew,
Creating much hullabaloo,
For had not the moon shone above,
We would not have fallen in love. ~
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A poetry book of my journey through friendship, love, loss, personal growth, confusion, betrayal, resentment, hate, hope, light, and eventual healing.
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