what i notice is how easily we turn the other ear the color we might regret the bet always off on the long game the unclaimed dose of least repose of most disposed to try harder the dark larder of regrets collected and earning interest that diminish but always those deserving better don't notice and the hocus pocuses their focus away from the good they could have while instead they're stuck falling off a caravan again again and scrambling up for more in hope the road will turn the lights will come up brighter and the wait will have its reward
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