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• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• Trace a map along her arm
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• Listen to me, because I am in the soapbox. This is the voice of the soapbox. I am calling to you. Do you hear the sounds of my soaply siren song? My syntactically sweet strumming along to sequential sequestrations of symmetrically snakey st
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• Don't say yes if you can't say no
• You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
• waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
• I don't like moving.
• She Will Have Her Way
• Don't give me your hand me down love
• Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• Her hand on my heart
• Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
• If your friends and girlfriend don't get along the relationship is doomed
• Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• I don't agree with what you say, but I will defend your other, less ludicrous opinion that glitch speed runs are pointless.
• If you don't have anything to say, don't say anything
• She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
• Don't say no
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
• she lit her thumb on fire
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• Don't Say You Love Me
• Throw your hands (up) in the air, (and) wave them all around like you (just) don't care
• I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
• Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
• There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how
• A guitar is easy in his hands / so is an airplane / so is a pen
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• She thought about giving him her heart
• The old hands you’ve baked around hers
• She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• confusion in her eyes that says it all
• If You See Her, Say Hello
• If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
• She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
• A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
• She practices her speech
• She always was devious in her beauty
• I don't think of her
• I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
• As long as it falls directly from your hand to mine I don't really care what it is
• She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
• "Don't worry," he says
• Why you don't want to piss her off
• You Don't Have To Say You Love Me
• She Looked Slutty. I Don't Mean That in a Bad Way.
• if you don't have anything nice to say, a rose still smells as sweet
• Don't tell me about her
• I don't want to see her
• Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
• It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
• Bukowski stands alone, the bar bell's hammer in his hand
• Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
• My hands in his pockets
• Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
• She flies with her own wings
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• she left her handwriting all over the calendar
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
• Don't Crush that Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• she had already found her party
• the way she wears her weary
• She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
• His and Her Circumstances
• Her hips made waves against his shore
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• Take Her in Your Arms
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
• Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
• She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
• She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
• She knows no truth except her own.
• her arms around me
• She asked me to read her a poem
• Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• Don't tell her she's beautiful
• You Say You Don't Love Me
• I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
• "Ha ha," says the Israeli voter to the American voter, "don't talk to me about the lesser of two evils."
• Push butt: Rub hands under arm
• When life gives you lemons, suck on them. Seriously, lemons taste awesome.
• So says the preacher man, but... I don't go by what he says
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
• I cried in his arms
• Don't say I didn't warn you
• Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
• I don't owe you sympathy. You owed it to her.
• Hi, meet my pitbull. His name is Don't Question My Fucking Premises You Ass
• Can I play with your breasts? Yes, but don't get out of the yard.
• You Don't Say
• don't say the words
• I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
• Don't say the B-word
• Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
• Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
• She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
• Adam Smith and His Amazing Invisible Hand
• He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
• Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats
• So while Faust is busy trying to wipe the blood off his face and Shorty's trying to claw his eyes out, I mosey away and try my hand at storming the castle
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• Only her hands would give her away
• My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
• If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
• Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
• river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
• She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• His 'N' Hers
• don't shoot the hand of god
• When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
• Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
• She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• serene. She sips her tea
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• At her mirror, his muse
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms

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