Saturday, June 25, 2011

the tattoo i got today should ideally be placed with this poem because it is for you:
let me grow lovely, growing old --
so many fine things do:
laces, and ivory, and gold,
and silks need not be new;
and there is healing in old trees,
old streets a glamour hold;
why may not i, as well as these,
grow lovely, growing old?

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