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Feb 2015
Tirelessly waiting for you to come home;
My darling, here I am once again checking my watch to see what time it is  and the **** has yet to turn.
I promised you that I would wait for you no matter how long you decided to roam, but here I am another night waiting and that promise doesn't seem too feasible at the moment.
I can not make you love me,
I can not make you love me.
Just as I am telling myself this is the last night waiting,
the **** turns; in you walk like all of those months never happened.
Unconditional love.
Jazmine Moore
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Jazmine Moore  Louisville, KY
(Louisville, KY)   
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