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She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Life had been an opportunity lost
My entire life I have been composing my death poem
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she had already found her party
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I have been enslaved to imaginary Berlins my whole life. (dream) mp3 (recording)
She Will Have Her Way
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Some of Us Had Been Threatening Our Friend Colby
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.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
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
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
and then, one morning, I realised I had been an adult for a while
I don't like her because she won't like me
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She thought about giving him her heart
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
I've been living my life half asleep
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
she had mood ring eyes
My life's got rags, my life's got riches. They've all been mixed together for so long it's hard to tell them apart.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
This is a story I wish I had been able to write. Hope you like it.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She knows no truth except her own.
she lit her thumb on fire
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
My one regret as of yet is that my life has been utterly tolerable
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Have you ever been so excited about your life that it makes you almost want to cry?
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
If I Had My Life To Live Over
As if we had been sitting next to each other for years
My life has suddenly been decided for me
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
This entire place is digging a grave for her
How many a dispute could have been deflated into a single paragraph if the disputants had dared to define their terms.
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one
They had left, but her mascara kept running
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
It would have been an excellent story but I had to get off the train
The Little Girl that Had Been Dead for a Hundred Years
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
I have not been entirely truthful with you. I did gagoogidy that girl. I gashmoygadied her gaflavity with my googus.
They had been expecting me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on 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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
serene. She sips her tea
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She asked me to read her a poem
in her other life
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She always confused her greys with white.
It's been a night shift of a life for us all.
Your success in life has been predetermined from birth
Things that have never been said in the entire history of man
She keeps her lies everywhere
she may hold life
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
she gave her heart to a falling star
I had been hungry all the years
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
And only those who had been there knew the whole truth.
If you're not sure whether or not you've been had, then you've already been had.
What if Heraclides had never been born?
You couldn't fool your mother on the foolingest day of your life even if you had an electrified fooling machine!
If your life had an accompanying musical score
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
as she suddenly realizes that the Heart that she has been praying to did not send somebody... but is, instead, here.
What is Heraclides had never been born?
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She had never kissed someone so old.
So she could feel as if she had danced
I wish I had been told what Schrödinger really meant
He had a life before he met you, you know
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
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
had Orpheus been a gentleman
All the people looking like they've been run through the life sucking machine. Twice.
She had fingernails that shined like justice
How long have you been in love with her?
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
I have been enslaved to imaginary Berlins my whole life.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She flies with her own wings
a total loss of control over her life
And then wings sprouted from the space between my shoulders where my wings had once been
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
every statue in town came to life, but they'd been watching long enough to know better than to ever move
She always was devious in her beauty
The portion of her face she allows me to see
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She Had to Be Sure
I have gone too far. I have been thinking, this is my life. Well, not yet.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
If it had been able to, the light would have smiled
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?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
How many lives could have been saved had we just said "Please" more often?
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
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
the way she wears her weary
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
It's been an hour. I still love her.
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
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