I, am an invisible post office
A trader of words
The journals to graffiti wall work
Modern yellowed pages
Of forgotten letters
In back rooms
Desk drawers
Old books with dog eared pages
Taking in all of these
Sending them on
Watching the forgotten word spread
A verbal wild fire
Doors close
The invisible post office
Is heading for the next station
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
I, am an invisible post office
A trader of words
The journals to graffiti wall work
Modern yellowed pages
Of forgotten letters
In back rooms
Desk drawers
Old books with dog eared pages
Taking in all of these
Sending them on
Watching the forgotten word spread
A verbal wild fire
Doors close
The invisible post office
Is heading for the next station
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