Half a Sky {Poetry}
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You probably are wondering why I named this book Half a Sky. Well, imagine a person having half a sky hanging over them. What words would you use to describe them? Weird? Freakish? Odd?
So, this is to all the people who have been described with those words, even if they didn't have half a sky over them.
I am not very good, but these poems are part of my heart and soul. So, bear with me, and if you don't like it, you can always quit reading. Thank you.
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