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You’d like to maintain innocence— 
The mushroom path of fingerprints 

Impressing your distinct presence 
Now entered into evidence; 

You want only to give yourself up. 
Now, how did ripe interrogation 

Turn to one-way conversation? 
A facing mirror’s shimmering cusp 

Conceals no dark interior press 
Of those who’d like you to confess. 

You were prepared to be inspected 
And how brilliantly reflected 

Is this abject pantomime 
Of one who cared to solve your crime.