When we have all leftThe echoes will be no more,
The soles and swirling cases
Will have taken to another floor.
But what of these places, these homes full of 'things',
With their quirks and curiosities and the comfort that brings.
A carpeted staircase may be luxury for one,
A decked out camper van more sacred for some.
Where are these havens only known by so few,
By stepping inside would we see what is true?
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