I was burned by bitter drought.
You drenched me.

I was sliced by hunger's knife.
You fed me.

When desert devils came for me,
you stood in the door and held the line.

I was sullied in my soul.
You bathed me.

I was choking on no hope.
You saved me.

When I had gone both deaf and blind,
you whispered two words against the night:
Everything. Always.

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