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Nancy Maxwell Oct 2018
Am not lost or so I claim
Unremitting thoughts cloud me
Deep in an ocean of worry and guilt
Gradually becoming anxiety I still claim not to have
A burden relinquished
On me from every corner
Now
I pray for a heart calm as the waves
Oh! Dear
When will that be?
I can only hope

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