Letter not posted

Sweat of all the labour,
poise and pause indeed is not a favour;
glory of a rising star,
may you bear with all the smoke & tar;
so what if some words not kept,
have not the guards for years not slept;
let the wars be won, even if battles r lost,
this is a letter, dare I really post?

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