she worked
deep
into the halls and
corridors
of the government.
in a skiff where
phones weren't allowed.
they looked
into her eyes
to see who she was
before entering
the locked vault door.
it was all top secret,
classified.
i'd ask her what's the state
of the world.
are we good, or what?
and she'd smile.
it's much worse
than anything you could
imagine,
she'd say.
but i can't talk about it.
maybe one day.
but not right now.
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