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 

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

town somewhere in America a

broken-down, wooden trailer house 

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

inaudible
we can only watch in silence 

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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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