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Like striking out burnt matches
Like arms reaching out
Like a quilt made up of patches
Like a never-ending doubt

Like an always-over sunset
Like a wave stretched on the shore
Like an all-consuming debt
Like “I couldn’t love you more”

Like drug-muffled panic
Like a tear-squeezed throat
Like hurt that is satanic
Like drowning just to float

So I'll send out this plea
All this just to say,
How could you turn your back on me
How could you walk away