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Phantoms and Foreigners (Divergence)

Limbs are limbs, We think. But, I  Don’t.  When a  Phantom  Can hurt, A foreigner demand  removal, How?  The common element is paralysis not motion. Oppressed  By arms and legs: “They don’t belong  To me but keep  Clinging to  My Torso.”  Tracking The first 21 Days  Of life, vindicates The immediacy and The primacy of […]