She Justice –

A note-taker, note-maker, an ear and eye irritation imitator, leaving cassette tape commands, her memory was settled in the 1980’s.
She didn’t care about philosophical ‘feelings’, there was ‘right’, there was ‘wrong’, just had to read all the way to all that ‘Truth’.
She’d always blessed them with it, set them free with it, was never interested in any warm pagan worship for it.
Justice Plus and Justice Minus be-gets the keenest reaction in her dying lungs, her death-bed melancholia.

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