Fingerprints

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A never ending whorl,
a quick repeating loop
crossed over and under
with fine, fine lines.
The whole being
matted with thick black
glue clinging to skin
holding on like a jealous,
cranky, scared lover.


Black whorls and loops
smash down on paper
making promises binding 
and still-holding
when each stubborn part
of black has been scrubbed. 

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