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You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She grew a little older, while he was telling 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 is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
There She Goes
She Will Have Her Way
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
putting down her palette and brushes
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She asked me to read her a poem
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
Archived E2 FAQ: How come the site goes down so much? (document)
All he left her was alone
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She thought about giving him her heart
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Grand Bitch steps off her pedestal
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She practices her speech
the way she wears her weary
chase your shadow till the sun goes down
Cheers, my lips have frozen but hemlock goes down easy
he/she
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
making certain he was touching her
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
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
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
she lit her thumb on fire
At night, her eyes closed, she would
What to do if E2 goes down (superdoc)
Learning to put down the fork
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.
I'm up, he sees me, I'm down
He and she are one
He says she says
with the devil wherever he goes
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
He Said, She Said
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
she, he, and me
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
he has her eyes
She flies with her own wings
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Igby Goes Down
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?
she had already found her party
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
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?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
serene. She sips her tea
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
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.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
put down
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She knows no truth except her own.
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 is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
that moment of panic when you flush the toilet but nothing goes down
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
Carl Sagan threw down the gauntlet and Tyson picked it up and put it on.
Like When a Pill Goes Down Wrong
steady as she goes
"You want to know the only thing you can assume about a broken down old man? It's that he's a survivor."
How you gonna keep her down on the farm
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
He and She
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
She'll take you as far as she goes
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
He put a hand on each of our shoulders; it's a wonder he wasn't electrocuted.
He gave her a daisy
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Walter goes down the drain the same way in Australia
Reaching a point where you wonder if it's time to put down the bottle
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Now he dances to bring her back.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
he (or she)
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
She was coming out as he was going in.
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
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.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
My Wang never goes down
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Put your head down and your ass in the air
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
Let Her Go Down
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
When the pencil breaks, the network goes down
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm

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