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Diamond girl.
They call me diamond girl.
Discarded in the dirt because of a dent or two..
scuffed up by gentlemen who never handled me quite so
gently.
Buried and forgotten.
You picked me up..
dusted me off.
Nourishing my light..
in the warmth of your palm.
Delicately polishing every crack and crevice.
Making love to each curve and line in rhythmic harmony.
Oh..
how I sparkled in your reflection.
Somehow you knew what those poor souls didn’t.
A real diamond never loses it’s value.
Published 10th Oct 2019
Author's Note
Every beam of light with you is brand new. 💎
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