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Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
do not look upon her; you shall be blinded
I don't like her because she won't like me
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 grew a little older, while he was telling her
Don't ever lie. If you lie to your friends, they won't trust you, and you'll have nothing, and you'll never be safe.
Lesbian Robot Vampires : All Shall Be Victorias, None Shall Survive
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She Will Have Her Way
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She flies with her own wings
that won't be your beneficiary
Oh, Dear, What Can the Matter Be?
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
she lit her thumb on fire
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
the last shall be first and the first shall be last
Why I won't be at commencement
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
When shall I be free?
I met her today, the girl I used to be
she can't remember what it's like to be found
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
The Scots Confession: Chapter 18
Look now. We won't be able to see this again.
I have what I believe to be a photo of Olympia Dukakis in her underwear in 1977
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
I ought to be grateful, but instead I'm angry
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
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.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She practices her speech
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I Won't Be Home For Christmas
Prepare me a ship of which the half-rotten timbers shall be painted black, let the sails be in rags, and the sailors infirm and sickly
Those who are as a light in the darkness shall ever be troubled by moths
She must be what cocaine is like
If you loved her, you'd be home by now
I will go. I shall go. I'll see where the end may be.
If the earth won't be still, than I will.
Hot pursuit
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil -- for tonight I have broken my own heart, and my soul is too empty to be afraid.
Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
There shall be no more cakes and ale?
all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Salazar won't be turned to stone
Why Ron Paul won't be president
A terrible, horrible thought that shall never be thoughted again
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
I worry that no matter how hard I pray, you'll always be just out of my reach
It must be morning when she dreams.
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 calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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 asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Why RuPaul won't be president
The Big Bang as the origin of matter
serene. She sips her tea
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
she had already found her party
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She asked me to read her a poem
She knows no truth except her own.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
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.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
I Won't Be Your Yoko Ono
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
Overpopulation won't be a problem
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
Tomorrow Shall be my Dancing Day
The strengths that opposed your will shall be obedient fire in your blood
You Won't Be Mine
Making your body race so your mind won't be able to
And Ink Shall Be Your Blood
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
You Shall Be as Gods
we shall all be healed
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh and they shall be drunk with their own blood like wine
We won't die secret deaths anymore. The world only spins forward. We will be citizens.
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
This is not a joke. It won't be easy. We will rule the world.
She could be a businesswoman
She was too beautiful to be human
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
Wanting only to be the honeysuckle to her butterfly
Two Shall Be Born
I Shall Not Be Moved
Nah, these random encounters with beautiful strangers won't destroy me at all. But I guess I thought it'd be a good way to die at the time.
I Shall Be Released
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
And the rest shall be written in the pages of future past.
They shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever
you won't be more gone than you are now
Mull around in my mind for a while and you'll find so many treasure troves and so many graveyards that you won't be able to tell the difference between them
She Had to Be Sure
You Shall Be Reclaimed
Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
She thought about giving him her heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
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.
These things matter to her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Cursed shall you be in the city and cursed shall you be in the field
We shall be nothing a hundred years hence
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Won't you be my neighbor?

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