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if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She always was devious in her beauty
She flies with her own wings
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
she lit her thumb on fire
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Her still wet hair
Cut Your Hair
short hair, long memory
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
serene. She sips her tea
long cut
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
long blond surfer hair that never got dipped in the ocean
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She practices her speech
I cut my own hair
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
She keeps her lies everywhere
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
I kissed her in the hair
surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She thought about giving him her heart
Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
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 wears her failed relationships like a shield
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
How to grow your hair long
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She Will Have Her Way
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
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 Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Bernice Bobs Her Hair
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 asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Longs for Cutts (user)
Fruit cut from the vine, forgot and left to rot, long before it was time
she gave her heart to a falling star
Bernice Bobs Her Hair IV
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
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 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.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
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 plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I still find strands of her hair in bed
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
she had already found her party
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
CUT OFF YOUR HAIR
How long have you been in love with her?
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
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
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
She knows no truth except her own.
She asked me to read her a poem
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
The philosophy of long hair
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
Long Hair
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She always confused her greys with white.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Jesus with long hair
Cut it out
I thought paper cuts were like lightning
Vegas stories: Someone cut his throat
Death of a Thousand Cuts
Cut Spelling
cut and paste coding
cut and choose protocols
cut a tape
double cut
cut the muster
director's cut
cut lob
Cut to the chase
I didn't make the cut for synchronized swimming
The tallest blade of grass is the first to be cut by the lawnmower
Cutting cake without favoritism
Jesus is cut!
cut scene
Player's Navy Cut
cut time
Cut Man
cut lunch
cut off
Cut and paste writeups will die
Cut n Shoot
The Crew Cuts
cut and dried
paper cut
Rough cut
How Babs Malone Cut Down the Field
Sumping cut
A Chance to Cut Is a Chance to Cure
You have your work cut out for you
Lion cut
Serendipity can cut both ways
cheat cut
Brachial Stun, Throat Cut
Keeping cut flowers fresh
snowflake cut
branch cut
The cut
Paper Cuts (user)
When they cut through the mountains to lay highways
Koeberg and the power cuts in Cape Town
half cut
cutt (user)
Drunken Riemann shoved Gauss over fish and chips and said, Motherfucker, you solve that theorem, and I'll cut you with this blade!

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