something
he worked himself into a frothy frenzy
rabid with hatred and disdain
something from deep within him
refused to let go and refrain
from remembering the evil things
the hard things that had remained
when all at once a bright shiny hand
of purity, love and no regret
reached in and ripped out the thing
that would not let go nor forget
and then and then he mild became
peace within him met
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