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Dec 2012
my heart is a concerto
in which Ithaca was but a concrete cage of steely walls
compressed on my heart, and the fluttering concerto grew too much,
and my heart is too much
with my ribcage but a tiger's cage
and wanton cruelty, and living's ecstasy,
and I am always first to arrive and always last to leave--

(et petite souer, saivez-vous?
la nuit, la nuit, je baise la nuit!)
Elizabeth Mayo
Written by
Elizabeth Mayo  Tampa, FL
(Tampa, FL)   
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   LDuler and AntoinetteBrandt
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