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She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She grew a little older, while he was telling 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
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.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
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 was never mine. I always shared her.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She always was devious in her beauty
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
When she was bad
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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 portion of her face she allows me to see
What did you mean when you said...
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
The voice that said yes was mine.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
She asked me to read her a poem
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
I am three, she said
He Said, She Said
What She Said
times when i have said: i wanted to write
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
Dream of ducks, she said
When I said yes
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
At night, her eyes closed, she would
she had already found her party
the way she wears her weary
So bashful when I spied her
When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
She practices her speech
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
The sparkle of this angled blossoming was invading the Earth, and Vug said, "It's spring!" I kissed him.
She said she loved me
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She said I dreamed like dead men
All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
John 3:16 was said to one man, at night
The Box Said 'Do NOT Open" But The Seal Was Already Broken
That's what she said
She always confused her greys with white.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I was in heaven, I was in hell. Believed in niether but feared them as well.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
All he left her was alone
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
radios work better when closer to her skin
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.
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
she lit her thumb on fire
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She arose and said matter-of-factly
She said
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
That one makes me scream, she said
She said yes
When You Said, "Remember Me"
"It was wrong to do this," said the angel
France, she said
She Said, She Said
Was it something I said?
So then she said
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
When I said too much I wasn't kidding.
I Dare - She Said (user)
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
"My God," she said, "I'm beautiful."
No one ever said that the moral process of humanization was necessarily a pleasant thing.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
When I heard about the funeral I said "Why?"
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
Not what was said
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
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.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
serene. She sips her tea
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
She flies with her own wings
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Her name was Natalie
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She thought about giving him her heart
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.
I was sure it was her
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She Will Have Her Way
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
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 gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
when still her eyes held water
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
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 knows no truth except her own.
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
I don't like her because she won't like me
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
she gave her heart to a falling star
making certain he was touching her
When Did You See Her Last?
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.

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