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Oct 2013
Stymied
by the crosses I wore
on my back
while I tried
to wade past
bright lights.
It got notice,
and I remembered
the battles
all over again,
but I got stymied
because,
this was my chance
to move on
to the other end.
Written by
Meenakshi Iyer  India
(India)   
334
   Timothy and Mark Smith
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