Muse-Master!
I am the confidant of many,
a healer of weary souls,
they come to me with questions,
and tales of their ample woes.
I advise and console their broken,
and bleeding hearts,
for I know how it feels,
to be ripped and utterly torn apart.
What can one so humble as I;
I often conclude with query short and sweet;
do for a true master-poet;
who muses others as he speak?
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