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A poem about [REDACTED]

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If you are reading this,
[REDACTED] has taken me.
It is too late —
For me,
at least.

If I disappear,
I did not leave voluntarily.
They found out —
I have the [REDACTED] files.

If you are reading this,
there’s still hope.

Find the [REDACTED];
I’ve hidden it —
in the place we talked about.

And when you find it,
those damning, [REDACTED] papers —
Show everyone.

No — show them twice.

Marilyn Temple 2020