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Mar 18
Two passed lovers are
Lingering in the stars,

Deciding their puppets’ fate with each other,
Laughing and singing in the stars.

They place two near each other to tease,
Until they need a shove, a simple push to start.

The passed lovers play out their past,
Or their fantasies. Love is written in the stars.

They pull the strings, giving the illusion of freewill,
But it’s a TV show that never ends, after death comes re-start.

Heartbreak and humor are timeless plots,
Curtains up and quiet down, the show will almost start.

Made in their own image in different variations,
They scheme—the partners in the stars.

Rewarding their puppet lovers with
A forever together in the stars

Only now the Latin names for love are
Deciding others’ fate from the safety of the stars.
Written by
Amanda  20/F/Rhode Island
(20/F/Rhode Island)   
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