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A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She thought about giving him her heart
She knows no truth except her own.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She always confused her greys with white.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
she had already found her party
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She always was devious in her beauty
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
i have excuses though and i always enumerate them for her
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
I think I know that I am almost always afraid.
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
They had left, but her mascara kept running
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
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 hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
Father Knows Best
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
It's hard to know what to say when a friend's parent they always hated suddenly dies
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
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
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
You know what? I've had it up to here with "Trix are for kids!" Give the rabbit a fucking bowl of cereal, you dick!
So she could feel as if she had danced
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
I don't know why but I always love episodes without words. like just something about them makes me feel calm or something..
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
I Had Always Known
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
My ears are always searching for the best sounds. I try not to let my eyes get locked into a particular sight.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
she lit her thumb on fire
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
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.
She Will Have Her Way
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She asked me to read her a poem
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
him da best (user)
Best smoke I've ever had
How do you know when someone's your best friend?
She had fingernails that shined like justice
If he's late, you can always start without him
I had to call my father this evening and tell him I was dying.
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She Had to Be Sure
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
to let her know
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
the way she wears her weary
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She practices her speech
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
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 who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
She keeps her lies everywhere
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she gave her heart to a falling star
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
i always want to go back. but i don't know if it's time yet. i have some things i have to do.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
You've Always Had a Hidden Agenda, but people were busy with other things
A book has always been my best friend
never know who told it best
The best tuna fish sandwich I've ever had
The best teacher I ever had
Martyrdom, or why mowing a Dandelion is the best thing you can do for him
My best friend reached her aphelion. Oh, and I'm in love with her.
The best I never had
The best part about you is that you don't even know how great you are
Because the weather is always beautiful, they don't even know that storms can be beautiful too.
Mother knows best
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
The things we always thought, yet never had the courage to speak
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
I don't hate people. Honestly. But the best conversation I've ever had still wasn't as good as the worst catnap I've ever had.
if I had known then what I know now
He had a life before he met you, you know
she had mood ring eyes
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She had never kissed someone so old.
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
I Know What You Had For Breakfast
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
If I had the money I would get lost. God knows I have the time.
Did you know that Mark Twain had a brother
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I don't like her because she won't like me
our best kisses are always at earthquakes and impacts
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Helping people cheat
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
serene. She sips her tea
The portion of her face she allows me to see
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
With him it was always like
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
If you were team captain in a pick-up game of baseball and had Jesus Christ on your team, what position would you play him?
Laughter isn't always the best medicine
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
the best things in life cost large amounts, and the currency isn't always money
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)

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