miðvikudagur, desember 16, 2009
þriðjudagur, desember 15, 2009
Unsettled (a poem)
When I was young and innocent,
I wanted to grow up to be a dark beauty
Tall, with red lips, white teeth
and long flowy hair.
I shall have to settle for cute.
I never wanted to be CUTE.
I wanted to grow up to be a dark beauty
Tall, with red lips, white teeth
and long flowy hair.
I shall have to settle for cute.
I never wanted to be CUTE.
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