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How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
He gave her a daisy
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
making certain he was touching her
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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.
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
All he left her was alone
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
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
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
Now he dances to bring her back.
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
he has her eyes
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Has no one told you he's not breathing?
He Never Told Me My Eyes Were Like Diamonds
as if he didn't exist
I told her I couldn't sleep
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
of what Anatoly Dyatlov knew, and what he didn't know
Why Doesn't He Ask Me to Prom?
He asks, anxious to hear the story
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
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.
My brother never told me not to smoke. He showed me.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Ask her if she's got an answer
I do not ask for her secret.
An E2 Seattle debauch aftermath node
I wanted to see how many times he wouldn't ask.
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
My crush asked if he could kiss me
She asked me to read her a poem
I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
I didn't say he ate your dog
I asked her not to forget me
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
He asked for more flesh
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
And he noticed my fingers / and asked me if I would play (e2poll)
He didn't want to be Gary anymore
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
Why won't he call?
If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
Why would he want a writer when he could have a dancer?
The Story of Jason Squiff and Why He Had a Popcorn Hat, Popcorn Mittens and Popcorn Shoes
He and she are one
He Who Is Death
mad he (user)
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
Song of the Sorceress
The Man He Killed
He loves me, he loves me not
He says the most beautiful things
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
He's not heavy, he's just lame
Let him who is without sin among you be the first to cast a stone
He never looked back
whatever he touches, if it isn't false already, becomes false
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Father
In the dream he laughs and says, You thought they were graceful on the ground
He never returned
Shaymus is older than I thought he was
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I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
He weighs the eggs of flies in spiderwebs.
He Hudas not pay
He Really Wasn't That Great
I like the way he reads poetry
He makes me feel alone just by being there
More than he was willing to give
He who controls the past controls the future
Meditation V: Of the Essence of Material Things, and, again, of God, that he Exists
Meditation III: Of God: that he Exists
"Shut up," he explained
When the principal laughs so hard he can't suspend you
He Ate and Drank the Precious Words
He would shrink into the sky if he could
A man is known by the company he keeps.
I married him because he was not mean
One should be careful to whom he gives the finger
Our God, He Is Alive
He flops over and bonks his head
great things he has taught us
he says
Surah 80 He Frowned!
He who wants to fight will find a club
The Message of King Sakis and the Legend of the Twelve Dreams He Had in One Night
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
He thinks I don't, but I do
he o hitte shiri tsubome
In Your Heart You Know He's Right
To the Memory of My Beloved Master, William Shakespeare, and What He Hath Left Us
He forgets I am my own fierceness; it's not for him
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
BQN: He said. - Epilogue
If he's late, you can always start without him
If he fell off the Co-op he'd land in the divvy
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
José Bové explains why he destroyed genetically modified maize
Xiao Sha Lao He!
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
H.E. Roscoe
He Hate Me
He died on a Sunday morning
'Get married soon,' he says. 'I want an excuse. I want to know you'.
Meditation III: Of God: that he Exists : 2
At least he was gentle
I wonder if he ever thinks about me
He says she says
For my father, in the event he finds me
He is so heavy when he whispers
he held secret conversations with statues
He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
He not busy being born is busy dying
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
First thing he guesses is, it's a lipstick kiss on a piece of paper
How Eulenspiegel announced he wanted to fly
I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
The time a thug punched my friend in the face because he could
The Pilgrim's Progress: Part I: He is entertained
It's just the way that he walks
he touched me then, but I forgot to feel
Don't Go Out the Door
I'm scared to death of what havoc he could wreak in my life
It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
GpBCT: proof that Bob wins on a countable union of sets if he's guaranteed a win on each one of them
Chris and What He Untaught Me
He's not the messiah, he's a very naughty boy
Even my faults he adores
He said 'tentacle porn', so I stuck my dick in a toaster and went from there
He fled
Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them.
A man feared that he might find an assassin
No matter how wise an old sheep, he can't teach a fish how to polevault
He Knows Not Their Names
Yi he quan
A Quick One (While He's Away)
He who has enough to eat does the hungry not believe
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
He's a good guy friend
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme, describing what it is to lose
he just died
He giggles, as he wiggles
I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
Oh hey, by the way, he's the Antichrist
In your guts you know he's nuts
"Fill it in", he said.
Somehow he reminds me of my mother
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
When Chopin finished a piece he stopped writing it
And we killed him and he's dead.
The one he murdered once still loves him
He flew an A-10 Thunderbolt
"He" is actually a buxom blonde bisexual sorority girl. The net is like that.
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
God has power, whether or not one believes in Her/Him
What He Suffered
Some say he once killed a man with a guitar string
So, he's leaving
He (user)
He and She
Surely he would remember this
He who smelt it, dealt it
Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult

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