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She flies with her own wings
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She knows no truth except her own.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Each month I love in her own way
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
serene. She sips her tea
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
a shade of her own features
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
I ran over an old woman with her own car
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
American Pie Presents: Something is Alive in Her Bosom 2
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
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.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
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
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She asked me to read her a poem
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved 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 nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
The Soul selects her own Society
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Helping people cheat
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She always was devious in her beauty
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
At night, her eyes closed, she would
A Leela of Her Own
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
the way she wears her weary
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
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
Something is Alive in Her Bosom
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
A queen in her own sense
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
She keeps her lies everywhere
On her own
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She always confused her greys with white.
She thought about giving him her heart
She practices her speech
she gave her heart to a falling star
she lit her thumb on fire
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I don't like her because she won't like me
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
Don't tell her she's beautiful
The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
her kitty cat (user)
Her Voice
I passed her on the street
How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
Tell Stacey I love her
Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
Bathe her and bring her to me
Herr Bob (user)
I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
using a circle to dot her "i"s
The World I Made for Her
Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
To Her Face
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
To hear her sing
after her, I took my coffee black
A soft wonder bites her lips
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
watching her dance
her eyes
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
I could hear her thoughts
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
From Her to Eternity
You gotta leave your mark somehow, and if you can't leave a purple face, leave something else!
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
my baby sleeps on her head
And her knee touched mine
Feel her pain
See her talk
if I can't be with you, then I'll write about you, or I'll write about something else
My girlfriend and her pillow
Herr Geist (user)
notes I never gave her
Her raised middle finger came into focus
To Her Mind
This is this. This is not something else.
The movie in her mind
To Her Body
Take an object. Do something to it. Do something else to it.
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
A Jury of Her Peers
dance with her
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
I never called her momma
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
A New Student and Her Father
Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
What makes her so cute?
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
I watched her from afar
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?

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