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Musings on muses

Words moving more slowly

Washing dark spots off my soul

Poetry

Deep pockets of consciousness

Aroused by that sprite

What ado if that muse be gone

How do I conjur this magic?

Remember the unconscious

Created the inspiration for the creation of art

The muse is not without

But within

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