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Sep 2016
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

I learn to write again --
my hand grows steadier
with practice each

I lean
a little more to the right
than I used to

& the view from my window has changed.
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