I
have made my nest
in
Flats,
tree houses, old offices
Crumbling
mills
I
have made my home
With
enemies and disinterested disregarders
Alienating
some
Infuriating
others
Misunderstood
and mistreated
my
garden a concrete yard
A
brick wall, the street
A roof,
a carpark, acres of forest
The
living only makes sense
With
the loving
Otherwise
it’s just
another
set of keys.
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