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When a fairy laughs, it twinkles along the sky like a ringing bell.
Your head begins to spin in dizzy circles, the fluttering wings bringing you under.
A hand reaches out, and you realize too late that her soft skin is accented by thorns,
and her loving embrace pierces you like a blade.
She feels nothing but the best; wants nothing more than your happiness,
but her own being is unfit for giving it.
Made of glass and torn petals,
with a heart of nectar and magic.