Anx

And blessed be those hands fluid filled that shake all the anxieties away,

And sinful habits unatoned for,

But then a growing self-knowledge will ordain the bearer with wisdom and understanding, 

Which is added an individual spirit to park anxiety somewhere secluded, 

To the liking of all things resilient and careful.

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