In a city of artists, there dwelt two men who wrote mediocre poetry.
For both loved their art too much to abandon it.
However, after some painful contemplation, one of these poets gave up his craft.
He destroyed all of his works and chose silence over mediocrity.
Today, though this poet has nothing recorded,
he is remembered for his great silence and admired for his struggle and courage.
He is well known for that which is too great to be confined in ink.
And above all, he is honored for setting free that which he loved most.
And oh, not many speak of that other man, though he wrote many poems.
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