How many times have I been on this train?
There have been a lot of snapshots in my memory
A detective novel
a mystery
with a classic mystique damsel
motives unclear but attraction profound
classy but revealing to make the scent of her intent
unclear
I seem to remember in the inscriptions inside
she’d peer down doorways and hallways
and listen in from a sofa in the neighboring room
gradually revealing that all along her outcome was not demise or miserable doom
She was avid
a reader
more knowledgeable than she played off
so there she stood by the end with all the clues in a row
hidden neatly on bookshelves in plain view
She ran a shop with all the inspiration she needed for the score
but was she behind it all
well that required another page turn
another swing of the door
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