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Hannah Jan 2019
You are a Goldilocks planet.
Just right.
You’re not too hot against my skin, but your touch imprints me like melted wax against cold fingers.
You’re not too cold, your heart is open and joyful. You’re like a child, always ready to embrace the world and leave it to linger.
You are my Goldilocks planet.

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