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Dummy Love

I

   love

 

the way

        you make

 

 

your dummy's kiss

 

Just to make me jealous. :(

 

      I love the way you

go to every place

      I visit

and write me little messages

   just to

rub my face in it. :(

 

I love the way you

   hint at

         point at

and mockinly poke at

everythin you think

     will make me feel stupid. :(

 

      I

   love

 

   Well I guess I love

*?

*?

*?

*?

*

You. <3

 

I guess you can call me a dummy. :)

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Written by
henry-daniels
Mongolian
Published
Jun 18, 2012
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28·84
Notes

Spite is love with a hangover. :D

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