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does she need to touch her own face to know?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Will Have Her Way
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
Your first relationship will be nuked: Don't give up
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
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 cannot predict what a fox will need
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She knows no truth except her own.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
she does not know how much I need this
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I will give them refuge in my own life
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I will kiss her blemish
I don't like her because she won't like me
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
The ocean will one day give up its dead
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 plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
you can give up, but there will always be those who do not
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 is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She asked me to read her a poem
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
i'm afraid i will have to request that no one have the name "john" ever again. Existing "johns" will need to change their names.
What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Eventually you will need to open up the shades to let the light in
Give Her To The Monsters
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Give me enough time, and I will find a new way to say devotion.
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
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.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Governments need only give the appearance of justice
she had already found her party
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She practices her speech
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
The Sky Daddy Needs To Know (e2poll)
she lit her thumb on fire
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
give me five minutes and i will give you your life (document)
she gave her heart to a falling star
She doesn't need you, she wants you.
She might not need me. But then again she might.
I need your pain or I will not live
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
Until I die there will be sounds. And they will continue following my death. One need not fear about the future of music.
she needed a lot of hugs
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
She always confused her greys with white.
we can give up, but the world never will
Now give me something you need to remember!
Find me and I will give you the answer
Only her hands would give her away
Your first writeup will be nuked: Don't give up
She thought about giving him her heart
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
There's something about a church that just gives you the need to giggle
If you want lonely I will give you white water flapping against a little boat
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
serene. She sips her tea
A hollow longing in her that will last
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She flies with her own wings
Never give an order you know will not be obeyed
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
the way she wears her weary
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She always was devious in her beauty
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
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
Through this warm electricity I will give you bark branches and leaves curling upward into a safe sky
You touched me when I needed to be touched, and for that I will hold you in my heart forever
She doesn't need me anymore
My Shepherd will supply my need
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
they see in me a man that is empty, in need of love. that will not hurt them.
why she feels the irrational need to capture little fragments of glass
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Come to Daddy
Big Daddy
Daddy, stop hitting me and tell me you love me
Keeping your sugar daddy
BIG Daddy (user)
When daddy was the handsome prince
Daddy Yankee
daddy piggy (user)
daddy rabbitt (user)
Daddy X
bis daddy (user)
Daddy's Roommate
Give one a cuff
Give one a stab
Give one the blanket
Give one the works
Give up
I give myself

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