For those published and left unread
For those revised and never published
For those drafted unrevised
For those not drafted, only thought
For those but dreamed and never thought
I mourn

The paeans hinted at but never sung
The words spoken out aloud and unrecalled
The lines jotted out on paper thrown away
The letters sent and soon discarded
The books gathering dust until they decay
Sadnesses all

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