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Curly hair bouquet

Smiling behind large glasses

You're in the tenth grade

She strums Joni style

Dark Scorpio ruled by Mars

Feeling all the words

Winter afternoon

Ouija board candles séance

She is Queen of Wands

You are fifteen, you

don't know anyone who's dead

Except for Woody

You own the night streets

Cool, inhaling Marlboros

the Two of Wands rule

Flower power folk music

Washington Square afternoons

Positively fourth

Graduation day

You leave for college alone

You forget to write

Thirty years later

You meet again on Facebook

Two mothers of sons

Today's her birthday

You click on her timeline page

And read the farewells

You light a candle

Look for her in the night sky

the Five of Cups drawn

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