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The Sun

can't ever shine brighter than the diamond he placed on my finger so cold but so full of warmth the calloused tips of his fingers brush my soft skin as the smooth metal glides to its place on my left hand and as the peach coloured rays peek over the tall pines we welcome the gleaming dawn and move forward with our new beginning

The Sun

can't ever shine brighter than the diamond he placed on my finger so cold but so full of warmth the calloused tips of his fingers brush...