Poetry: Losing My Best Friend to Marriage by Jane Odartey
We were sisters in light of youth’s desires. Until marriage, the clown of sorts sliced us apart.
We were sisters in light of youth’s desires. Until marriage, the clown of sorts sliced us apart.
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