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CA Smith Jan 2018
You move,
I stand still.
You shout,
I listen.
You search,
I am here.

In the desert,
Thirst is quenched.
In the storm,
The oceans rest.
In confusion,
Tranquility.

You want out,
I control every move.
When shouting for help,
I am all that's left.

Transforming reality into dreams,
Painting a tapestry of new life,
Splashing color onto a dark canvas,
Creating something from nothing,
And restoring a paradise once thought lost,
I twisted your path into a coil of despair.

Yet who will save you?
Only. Me.

— The End —