Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?...
(Matthew Arnold)
...taken through the reflections on the window of a tattoo and piercing studio on Wiedner Haubtstrasse...
Vienna, Austria...
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