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She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She told me she remembers three things about me
If you ask me about summer, I'll tell you about
Tell me a story about being really undead
Two condoms, she makes me wear
I don't like her because she won't like me
The things she wonders about
It's all about me (e2poll)
Tell me a story about plains
I wonder if he ever thinks about me
I can't decide if what you're saying is too profound for me to comprehend or just insane
She kills me
She only wants me for sex
She pulled the "I love you" on me
This was the shinest golden dollar I would ever see in my life and I was not about to tarnish it.
Tell me a story about clouds
Tell me a story about bunnies
A Book about Me, by Me Myself
magic rectangle, teach me about the world
The time they fantasize about was built on a lie
Your radical ideas about many things have already occurred to others but have never been articulated in a fashion so accessible to current generations
Your radical ideas about softlinking a node with a title saying that the writer's radical ideas about this topic have already occurred to others have, in fact, already occurred to others
She Fucks Me
She Loves Me
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.
She only wants me for tech support
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
all about me is the wind and the mist and the scent of the fields
Tell me a story about trains
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
Your God does not make me want to reconsider my thoughts about suicide
The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
You never write, you never call, you never tell me what you learned about that mighty groaning noise
You've been slowly taking me over for nearly a year, do you know that?
This guy tipped his waitress a dollar with a dick drawn on it. What happened next left me questioning everything I ever thought about income inequality.
The virgin was looking apprehensive about the whole ordeal, but for the right amount of cash anyone will take on a horse
let me tell you about this friend of mine
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
You haven't seen it and you don't understand. I have malice. I have cruelty. The little fire that's always been inside me isn't so little anymore.
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
She loved me for my maths
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
Things my mom doesn't argue with me about anymore
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
Okay, okay, I confess! It was me! I broke the internet!
Ask me about Grim Fandango
Tell me a story about elephants
If you ask me about winter, I'll tell you about
Tell me about your faith
tell me a story about lesbians
Encyclopedia Brown taught me everything I need to know about opening doors
I have been thinking about kissing. A lot.
Tell Me a Story About Giving a Fuck. Tell Me, Everything.
Tell me a story about brains
Tell me about my contradictions
"I was surprised to hear about the cat."
tell me a story about sandcastles
Tell me a story about mains
It's not worth thinking about. Have some tea. Come walk with me.
show me what the world is all about
Tell me a story about rains
It was always about words
Jesus said, "I love him, for he is my brother." He was talking about everyone.
send me your muzzle, the one that you've been biting on
tell me about the outside world. what part of it that i do not understand hurt you?
I was wrong about the color changing; your eyes are brown
And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
Underneath the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me.
Death was a part of me then, too.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
She just looks at me
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She said she loved me
She told me to say that
The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
That one makes me scream, she said
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Everything always comes back to me. Everything has always been my fault
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
Help me tell you a story about things and yourself, without pants
She loves me, she loves me not
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
I Was Lost and You Found Me
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
You are the kind of girl my mother warned me about
Would you tell me if it was true?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
Is this what I have been seeking? Or is it an echo, a remnant, a sign that I was wrong?
Tell me about your secret places
"Ha ha," says the Israeli voter to the American voter, "don't talk to me about the lesser of two evils."
How is poetic form going to help me scream about revolution
Tell me a story about flowers
Stop saying "religion" when you mean "a particular religion about which I'm bitter"
Don't You (Forget About Me)
What if Everything You Thought You Knew About AIDS Was Wrong?
If you ask me about spring, I'll tell you about
If you ask me about autumn, I'll tell you about
Life is not so much about saying hello as it is about saying goodbye
Like hands on a clock tell time without thinking about how long it's been
O tell me the truth about love
10 things motorcycling taught me about driving a car
What a Shame About Me
This whole business about saying hello and saying goodbye is tiresome.
Tell me a story about being really alive
The Day the World was about to End
Tell me about yourself. Tell me everything.
let me tell you something about ghosts
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
They need food AND water? You didn't tell me about the water part.
this was supposed to be a parable about the power of the imagination
You know the little things about me that would sing in the silence
Somewhere there is a syphilitic prostitute who is going to tell me about India
Tell me a story about a burro, standing atop a mesa, surrounded by a flock of geese, being fed by a weathered old man wearing nothing but a Jimmy hat
Advice I have been given about girls
Tell me a story about cranes
Don't tell me about her
I know it's boring to go on about it, it bores me to sleep, but what the hell, why doesn't it fade
Ask me about microwaving cats for fun and profit
Have you ever been so excited about your life that it makes you almost want to cry?
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
Do my skinned knees prove something about me?
What Safeway storebrand whole wheat fig newtons taught me about the American political process
I had no idea what he thought about me.
This place makes me embarrassed about my spelling, not my sexual deviations
What school debating society taught me about politics
Ask me about Loom
Tell me a story about monetary policy
Wandering about with keys dangling from an oversized shoelace around your neck
Tell me a story about taking whatever you could get
do you think about me as much as i think about you?
Tell me a story about just NOT GIVING A DAMN
Something was about to happen.
They had been expecting me
My life has suddenly been decided for me
Let me create a cryptic nodeshell about this conversation
Strangers have been, and continue to be, very kind to me. Thank you.
I've Never Been to Me
It could have been me
I don't know why but I always love episodes without words. like just something about them makes me feel calm or something..
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
What the Institute for Motivational Development had to say about me
Tell me a story about drains
She thought about giving him her heart
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
I Hear it was Charged Against Me
She approached me with some vague line
She misses me
I was a homeless bum
I have been alone while I was with many girls
Must've Been While You Were Kissing Me
So - you've been making love to me ten thousand miles away - how tantalizing.
Don't talk about me behind my back

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