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“I sold too early.
I haunt my bags.
The moon laughs.”
Sells too early — haunts his own bags forever.
Body ghostly with regret.
Eyes watching missed pumps.
Hands clutching empty wallets.
He sold.
He watched the rise.
He regrets forever.
JEET Regret is the lunar tragedy of haste.
He sold too soon.
He watched the moon.
He is the ghost that refuses to forget the sell.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
JEET Regret is the ghost of timing.
He haunts his own decision.
He is the regret that the cycle feeds on.
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