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Emma Lazarus B. 7.22.1849 New York, NY / D. 11.19.1887 New York, NY Cancer I prepare to weigh in on the immigration debate. I pause to prise my dry roasted hands from this length of fence wire which had looked so close to harmless. A crown of light approaches from the east; the wing beats of its bearers roar. I reflect upon good fortune. If I hadn�t frozen solid in the transport north (what is �Fish�?) I might have cooked right through. Strange that my fingers make me hungry. Strange how the white earth puckers and spits dust there there there like boiling porridge. Consolation Site: lines
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