Dear muses,

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The first time I saw you, I understood. 

It is a beauty that cannot be explained, a feeling.

    I instinctively saw something in you that you weren't aware of. What you considered to be complex, nourished in me a fascination for you.  

Do not make up to erase yourself. I wanted you to get out of your bed, as we go down in history.

Thanks to you, Beauty seems infinite to me, it evolves, renews itself.

It becomes larger and reflects what is around you  with the mirrors that make all things more beautiful, your eyes. 

It is not only visual, but stunning.  

The natural light that opens out in front of you is the one I saw when we first met.

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Cassandra.