i let the lawn creep up the old furniture
in
a lazy experiment
till
company
comes
with tins and bottles
and
starts whining
as
the
bugs
eat our office white legs
its for biodiversity i say
and
we
drink into the night
rubbing
deet
everywhere
and
counting stars and blinking satelites
till
we've
scratched
our
ankles
raw
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