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ELEANOR ROSS TAYLOR
Eve
The serpent in my Eden
swallowed Adam.
He slithered into meals;
of course, my bed.
Wrapped himself tighter, tighter,
all around me,
ejecting sweetish venom
in my head,
no simple adder.
That stupe’s gone, he said,
strangling,
love me instead. 
Contributor’s
notes
Homesick in Paradise
Lawrence at the Etruscan Tombs
R.J.
Three Days in Flower
Transcience
When to Stop
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