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ELEANOR ROSS TAYLOR
R.J.
The meteor loosed
from the council of worlds
flashes and cartwheels through
pure emptiness,
burns itself out
in earth’s atmosphere,
too dingy, cacophonous
for its ear’s anapest. 
Contributor’s
notes
Eve
Homesick in Paradise
Lawrence at the Etruscan Tombs
Three Days in Flower
Transcience
When to Stop
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