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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