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She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
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.
She thought about giving him her heart
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
serene. She sips her tea
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
So then she said
I don't like her because she won't like me
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She always was devious in her beauty
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
When scientists make mistakes they see what they did wrong and then try again.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Take Her in Your Arms
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
When Did You See Her Last?
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
her arms around me
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
He did very little harm
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
She Will Have Her Way
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
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
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
she had already found her party
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She knows no truth except her own.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
the way she wears her weary
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
She might not need me. But then again she might.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
she turns and smiles, then walks away
she gave her heart to a falling star
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I have not been entirely truthful with you. I did gagoogidy that girl. I gashmoygadied her gaflavity with my googus.
Well, what happened? Did she succeed?
Did You Fuck Her?
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Then what did Jesus say, grandpa?
Treading the fine line, eyes blind and arms outstretched
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
I think I fell in love with her right then and right there
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
does she need to touch her own face to know?
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
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.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
she lit her thumb on fire
She practices her speech
I walked for a thousand miles to hear her laugh, then serenaded her in a field of fireflies.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She asked me to read her a poem
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She always confused her greys with white.
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
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.
Trace a map along her arm
arms
right to bear arms
arm twisting
small arms
ARM Limited
Marton Arms
The advantage of hairy arms
Into My Arms
Arms and the Boy
Right to arm bears
Arm Candy
Arm the Homeless
The Treasury and the Arms
Colonial Arms
Arms Akimbo
alligator arms
Least popular foods in the U.S. Armed Forces
armed to the teeth
What would you give your left arm for?
very funny money handler
The Pilgrim's Progress: Part I: Christian is armed
Devonshire Arms
Big Arm Pit Stop
Passage At Arms
torque arm
Last night, I slept in your arms
how to survive an armed robbery
armed robbery
steering arm
Royal Coat of Arms
The Arms Race between Moths and Bats
Thine Arm, O Lord, in Days of Old
League of Armed Neutrality
armed merchant cruiser
Arm & Hammer P.M.
Western Arms
Back in Baby's Arms
the one armed man (user)
arm wrestling
Manual of Puissant Skill at Arms
The National Coat of Arms of Finland
The Bricklayer's Arms
Throw your arms out, fall on your face, and embrace failure
My arms ache for you
Reflection: Upon committing my first armed robbery

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