Fingerprints
A Poem by Brigid Cooley
Have you found yourself in my poems yet?
You're everywhere, like fingerprints all over a crime scene.
When I reread my words, I just hear your name pounding in my head.
Did you know that you have a distinct rhythm?
One that is uniquely yours.
No one else makes my heart beat the way you do.
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