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Aug 2014
You smelled like heaven.
And I look like hell.
"you're the right person,
this is just the wrong time"
Well,
when is the right time?
There's never a right time.
You have to put your **** aside,
and make room for what's good.
Because one day the "right person",
won't wait for the "right time".
And you'll be wishing they would.
no explanation needed.
Moe
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Moe  Tampa, Florida
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