I heal your stress and worry Moving blood within your body Unsavory reputation I do keep Although that's not really me The tool I use comes in handy To communicate with your anatomy

Green from me, they say you turn, a simple sin, from the ten. You see others, with their possessions, then it's time, to go to confession.

I am a pit of darkness that bleeds with a feather's touch. I hold the lamp black ichor of the written word inside me. Who am I?

I store your clothes or slow your pace, one word that fits in either case.

Anther word for when you have a very flat bum bum. The word describes just one cheek though.