After pouring it back into the eastern Earth
Drenched in moonwater and amethyst
I lit the last cigarette
And told a passing plane
“We’re finished”
To confirm I had a witness.
If there’s a burning tower somewhere,
You’ll be sure to find Justice
By following the trail of ashes.
At the end, she’ll be there
At the end, she’ll be there
With her sisters
Smoke, Amaretto, and Charm
Dancing all in a circle,
Locked in arms.
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