Fingerprints Poem by Francie Lynch

Fingerprints



I write, edit, post;
Delete, edit, post.
My fingerprints are toast.
Spectral as a ghost.
I once left them
On things of ease,
But now they're lost somewhere
On keys.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: writing
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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