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Yes, so many muses, lovely and bright- so how come you learn not from them? There is really no better muse to read than written from the heart of a poet. When you seek of my own lips for you seem to follow me, day by day, ‘til we unknowingly, kiss the end of hour. Why not give your self a chance, to feel how good it is to hold hand in hand, sealed with love and passion. Ah, let my muses speak!