Anxiet, spigoted honesty.
Unfortunate Anxietee,
Forgot their solemn place.
Of seldom name,
Of no appliance,
This forthwith zest
Of zephyr cloth:
Unwound by moths,
Soon tossed in violence
Upon crags of mindless shore,
Thoughts abhorred,
That canceled the logic
In simple beauties of silence,
Towards.
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