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Hindsight

I’ve reached a juncture

doesn’t matter anymore

 

On face may seem loser

but wiser since before

 

Likely never transpired

surprising didn’t emerge

 

Accepted all dished out

veiling own latent urge

 

No rue is being nursed

none there to complain

 

Excused are all ignorant

let my loss be their gain

 

Introspectionreflectionpondering

◄ A Longing

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