I met a man
ragged, older, *****
in Union Square Park
on a chilly
Tuesday morning.
He asked me to marry
him
I said
No
he sat
he spoke
I listened
The city will strip you.
he said
It will make you the most naked version of yourself.
O.K.
And you can either clothe yourself in substance
or clothe yourself in art.
Both will leave you broke.
Both will open your mind.
But only one will make you happy,
give you purpose.
You're right
*And don't be ****** about it.*
*You're too beautiful to be ******
Appreciate everything.
I will.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
I met a man
ragged, older, *****
in Union Square Park
on a chilly
Tuesday morning.
He asked me to marry
him
I said
No
he sat
he spoke
I listened
The city will strip you.
he said
It will make you the most naked version of yourself.
O.K.
And you can either clothe yourself in substance
or clothe yourself in art.
Both will leave you broke.
Both will open your mind.
But only one will make you happy,
give you purpose.
You're right
*And don't be ****** about it.*
*You're too beautiful to be ******
Appreciate everything.
I will.
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