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by Christos Polydorou

What bliss,
is this. I am
no longer a consumer
in the twenty-first
century, I am a poet,
in Ancient Greece, in
a toga, made
of white fleece, writing
a piece

about a kiss,
which consisted
of no resistance
from me or her,
or from this,
that feeling
when words
don’t come.

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