postal service: the district sleeps alone tonight

[bymythroat]

smeared black ink: your palms are sweaty and I'm
barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried
underneath where I am

I'll wear my badge: a vinyl sticker with big block
letters adherent to my chest
that tells your new friends I am a visitor here: I
am not permanent
and the only thing keeping me dry is where I am

you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment
complex
a stranger with your door key explaining that I
am just visiting

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I LOVE HOW EMO YOU ARE..... YOU BRING OUT THE BEST IN ME