Scrapes on the floor from those that have passed here before
Memories of the past engraved as marks that will last
Some shallow some deep each a remembrance does keep
A gouge, heel skid black, peeling varnish, aging crack
Scuffs from an open door, new bride's footprint on varnished floor
One from haste a Christmas meal to taste
A black scar of a child's toy car
Scratch from broken glass left after anger's impasse
Glazed glare the trail of a rocking chair
Hieroglyphics, letters read, stains of wounds that blead
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