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When she was bad
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
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 moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
2016 was bad enough. Is it only going to get worse?
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was locked in time
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Besides the part where she was the only one
She knew what she was doing
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The one thing Superman was bad at
I was a witch in a past life
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was steady
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
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.
What the hell was she thinking?
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I can't remember why I thought this was a bad idea
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was free
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was too beautiful to be human
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
she was waylaid by an octopus
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.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She is and was
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
This was unexpected, my soul's connection to you
It wasn't like I was sleeping anyway
I was a young boy that had big plans
Descartes was wrong
I was once a victim of Catholic schooling
I was searching glass
Marilyn Monroe was a size 16
It was not a weather balloon at Roswell
Music was better in the old days
If Dr. Seuss Were a Tech Writer
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
I was aghast, yet intrigued
I was once stranded on a desert island
If the King's English was good enough for Jesus
When I was your age
I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
Why I was convinced I would die young
Why was Cthulhu blue?
How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
Theories as to what was inside the briefcase in Pulp Fiction
The world was designed for giant squid
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
It was a dark and stormy night
I was going to marry Marty
hodgepodge was just a one-night stand, apparently
It was not a dream
I Hear it was Charged Against Me
As I Was Going to St Ives
The Story of the Vizier Who Was Punished
I was looking for you
God was created in man's image
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
She Looked Slutty. I Don't Mean That in a Bad Way.
Able was I, ere I saw Elba
The Walrus was Paul
How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
Man was created in God's image
Trompe
I was once stranded on a dessert island
It was you, Atthis
Just how perfect was Jesus?
That time I was almost killed by scary cult children
The day I realized what being alive was
There was once a Man
And the sky was made of amethysts
Was Jesus resurrected as the Easter Bunny?
It was all God's fault
Nobody cares if it was originally a nodeshell
Was I nearly as anti-consumerism as I had initially thought?
Cybersex before it was cool
It was hormones, it was hormones, but it was valid
Was not cleanly unmounted, check forced
Dawn was a lucky time to give birth
No important data was harmed by the ILOVEYOU worm
This product was tested on cute, furry animals with big, sad eyes
Upon my indulgence, I was dissatisfied
The Story of the Envious Man and of Him Who Was Envied
There was a young lady of Riga
Back when grunge was still cool
Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
Kilroy was here
This wasn't how it was supposed to be
Was (Not Was)
Vancouver, Washington
wa
What would aliens think of us if Everything was all they had?
Here lies one whose name was writ in water
No shit, there I was
Climbing cherry trees when I was younger
What I wrote when I was missing David
the seven hills of Rome
was
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
'T was
That was a joke, son.
A poem I wrote when I was 5
"Oskee wee wee! Oskee wa wa!"

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