An enemy is now my friend.
Constantly I judged through misguided eyes.
A fool was I, though pride relinquished no admittance.
In recent I grew to understand my enemy.
Time passed, and I extended my hand in kind.
With only trivial quarrels my mind was at ease.
Curious still yet events to be unfolded.
My hand accepted, but yet do we speak...
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