It’s All There

Every word I’ll ever write
Each flattery, every single slight
Every figure, every fact

All I want and all I’ve lacked
Each desire (however faint)
Each and every complaint
What I’ve tried and failed to create
All I’ve yet to articulate
All letters, poems and last decrees
Already there, held in the keys


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