abrasion Lyrics

	I like to see:
	The stone steps rounded
	And bowed by a billion scuffing soles
	And dirt paths cutting corners.
	The evidence of abrasion
	On a wall behind a chair
	That has recorded every end
	Of working day.
	The fumble-marks around a keyhole
	And wedding-ring scratches on a rail.

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