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She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
y'all so wrapped up in the leaves you forget the trunk
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Over and over it would rain so that we could not dig the body up
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She thought about giving him 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.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
The things you own end up owning you
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
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.
Giving up pot
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Listen, we ended up ruined. I find my answers where I can.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Kicking up leaves as we walk along
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.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
to that end they offer you their bare bellies. pick up the knife.
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
She knows no truth except her own.
Only her hands would give her away
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
You asked me to leave. So I did.
Electrocuted crows hung the wrong way up on the power lines, smoking feathers falling like leaves.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
The coolest I've ever felt, given that I didn't end up with a gun.
Many of me, laid end to end, would never reach the moon
giving up on giving up
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Giving up caffeine
And so, the countdown nears an end.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
serene. She sips her tea
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I feel the way bank robbers must feel before they go out on that last job that ends up getting them all killed. That is to say, optimistic.
So I let her go
She asked me to read her a poem
she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
she gave her heart to a falling star
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
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
She leaves a busy emptiness in the room
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Dead links in writeups
She keeps her lies everywhere
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
How did I end up here?
We all gonna end up meeting at the finishing line
Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself
knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Take Her up to Monto
Giving up Smoking
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
I don't like her because she won't like me
even yoda considered giving up
I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
wake up and find her still there
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
Devil up her sleeve
What would happen to your beer in outer space?
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
So bashful when I spied her
Somehow, somewhere, someone I went to school with will end up in porn
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
she lit her thumb on fire
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
the way the leaves move, the green light, so green
She Wanted to Leave
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
I only leave the door open because I know that no one would dare to come in.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
He made a felon of himself and ended up a box in our spare room.
If you keep going into the barbershop you'll end up getting a haircut
The dead eat hope. We had none to give them, so they were pretty emaciated by the end.
I knew before I met you just how we would end
You're not a good person. You know that, right? Good people don't end up here.
So, you're looking after someone who's coming to the end
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
but the worm ended up killing them too
This end up
Giving Up the Gun: Japan's Reversion to the Sword, 1543-1879
Why I'm giving up on boys
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
and the moment we said we're not giving up is the moment we knew we'd never stop
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
What makes her so cute?
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She flies with her own wings
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
My "Giving Up Smoking" Log
This end up ^
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Dig up her bones
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.
Her smile could light up a three-story building
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
So her hat does not blow away
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was never mine. I always shared her.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
She always was devious in her beauty
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
does she need to touch her own face to know?
she had already found her party
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She Will Have Her Way
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
the way she wears her weary
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
"Don't die to go to heaven, start in on Doctor Pepper and end up on whiskey!!"
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She practices her speech
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
no beer, so Henry orders a double espresso during his parole appointment

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