O fingerprint on my left middle finger

I have abused you,

and used you,

and yet your loops and swirls have ever returned

You have been burned

cut

scraped

scratched

bitten and yet

Through all, you stay attached

The power you wield can’t be matched

you make me unique

It’s true

I wouldn’t be entirely me without you

and you are all I witness

when I’m cut off in traffic

and I seek

a means

to question another’s driving fitness

O fingerprint on my left middle finger,

Nothing could ever replace thee!

The only way it could be better,
Is of you, I had two!

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