No 10 Crown Circus

A pristine whiteness, 
crisp and perfect,
you'd even filled the hole you made
and they'd painted that too.
All it needed was a carpet
to offset all the toil,
cover all the heartache,
and all was finished after a few small weeks
for a total stranger.  Stranger still
how things turn out - without me
it's finally homely.
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