Kostas Lagos Poems

The first time we give a lover's kiss

Death tests the strength of his chain's links
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Everybody is

a champion of
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I jiggle and juggle

I'm the king of the jungle
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Gone.
What poetry?
Words are dead
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Do you still remember me, she asked

and tried with her eyes to meet his gaze
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You can walk in front

of the coffin
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He finds delicious

the burned meal she has just served
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I cannot find words

to write a poem for her;
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Oh death

you are so misunderstood.
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A flying racoon

Couldn't be a boon
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