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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lois Marie Harrod

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No drug her hug,
no clasp to bring you back
from the dead.

No bug to swat
from your face
or shrug off with your coat.

No rug to roll into,
no jug to chug from
beyond embrace.

A hug that dug into you
with its need—
love me, love me.

Tugged at your heart strings
until they broke—
a lonely hug.

And you fled.