Two-month-long battle
By ISLA H, AGE 16
Isla H
no one was as at war as we,
and as our minds protested
our bodies did not
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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
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rich in feeling, worth more than any money
no one wealthier than us, our minds
no longer at war
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