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Deux ex machina

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lupus-astra

Published: Jul 24, 2013

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Maybe
you should start being more
honest with yourself.

You will never be a
constellation or
a sunspot on the
moon; only fallen
heroes belong there,
and your life wasn't
pitiful enough to
cavort with the stars.

The gods love a
good tragedy, but only when
they're the ones
writing the playbill. It
isn't any fun when the actors
forget their lines and
break character.

(better draw the curtains
before the performance morphs
into a comedy)

You say "I'm sorry" but in
reality the only thing
you're apologizing for is
leaving before the show
ended and reading the
wrong horoscope that day.

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