"The little pixie flutters around as she pours her sugary dust, that reflects the moonlight on the faded crimson bed. She hums the song of peace, a song only siren could sing. Her silver wings are made to fly. Just like yours. Opening a jar, she frees the sparkly fireflies inside, painting the room with butterflies. She brought back the beauty of being happy, touch your art of life. like a singing pixie."Words by Sherina Munaf on "Singing Pixie"

(Photo: stardust and sequins)
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