Two-month-long battle

By ISLA H, AGE 16

Isla H
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no one was as at war as we,

and as our minds protested

our bodies did not 

so we laid still, still, I was like a small

town somewhere in America a

broken-down, wooden trailer house 

peering out past my oak window pane
to a world now distant and almost

inaudible
we can only watch in silence 

but our eyes caught the sun, shining
with liberation we traversed into second

level, we felt rich without money 

rich in feeling, worth more than any money
no one wealthier than us, our minds
no longer at war 

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