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The Great Battle

there wasn't much of a struggle, only

a few words exchanged, one

shot fired and

 

no one died.

 

my body remains, but I lost

my dominant hand, my left

foot

 

I learn to write again --

my hand grows steadier

with practice each

day

 

I lean

a little more to the right

than I used to

 

& the view from my window has changed.

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Written by
makiya-green
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Published
Sep 22, 2016
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