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Little Pixie


You are short, in the bushes with the bees. I am tall, in the sky with the trees. On the dance floor you move with grace and you've told me you can cook with great taste. As for me, I have three left feet compared to you and the most I have made is a egg on a hot plate. Little pixie, you certainly are a spark in the darkness. That i am sure of in this degree. I say that because knowing you have stolen something from me. I do not know what your answer will be, when I ask this question of you from me. You have taken my heart but can I have your number please?

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