HUGS
It was 6th grade
the first time a hug
was more than a hug.
She had blonde hair,
and smelled like strawberries.
My whole body lit up
and I would have
donned knight's armor and slayed
dragons for the reward of that feeling.
I know much more
now, but still
I find little that I love
more than a simple, heartfelt
embrace.
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