to live dangerously,
like me,
you must,
eat fruit without washing the peel,
try new things especially technological ones,
think you are sexy at any size,
flirt online first,
walk your dog in pyjamas,
leave notes on cars,
write poems,
fall in love often,
and love with all your heart.
If you can't handle the heat,
get out of the kitchen.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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