Mr. Right doesn't exist

So I am looking for Mr. Notquiteright Inthehead. Oh how I dream of you...night and day.... I hunger for your sloppy kisses and look for your crooked grin. I wait to have you step on my feet in the dance of life. I am listening for your crackly voice on the phone. Longing to stare into your glassy eyes. All I know is that when I find you.......... You will be perfect to me.

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