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She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She thought about giving him her heart
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She was never mine. I always shared 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 keeps her lies everywhere
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She always was devious in her beauty
I don't like her because she won't like me
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
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 left her handwriting all over the calendar
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
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 nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
she lit her thumb on fire
She flies with her own wings
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
the way she wears her weary
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She asked me to read her a poem
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
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
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
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
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
serene. She sips her tea
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
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
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Jacqueline and Her Cat
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She practices her speech
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She knows no truth except her own.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she gave her heart to a falling star
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She always confused her greys with white.
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.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
her kitty cat (user)
bad cat
Cat's Cradle
CAT scan
Eek the Cat
The Cat Who Walks Through Walls
The Cat from Outer Space
Schrödinger's Cat trilogy
Has a cat ever killed anyone?
Cheshire Cat
Siamese Cat
Bill the Cat
For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffrey
Cat People
Gunsmith Cats
Cat Stevens
The cat's quizzer
My cat
Cat's in the Cradle
cat food
Fritz the Cat
Cats are far smarter than any other animal I know
Manx cat
Fat cats
Cat o' nine tails
Sea cat
The Truth About Cats and Dogs
Cats and dogs living together
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
The Cat and the Mice
The Eagle, the Cat, and the Wild Sow
Cat 5
cool cat
stroke the cat
Playing fetch with my cat
Cat's eye
alley cat
Swing a dead cat
Cat's Eyes
house cat
10 Ways to irritate, annoy, and anger your cat
the cat's pajamas
Toupées made of cat hair are a bad idea
Asian golden cat
African golden cat
leopard cat
marbled cat
fishing cat
flat-headed cat
rusty-spotted cat
Iriomote cat
Bornean bay cat
Geoffroy's cat
pampas cat
Andean mountain cat
jungle cat
Pallas' cat
Chinese desert cat
black-footed cat
sand cat
cat chow
Cat and Mouse
Black Cat Lounge
Three Cat Songs
Dancing with cats
How to message your cat
China Cat Sunflower
How to calm a cat in heat
On a favourite cat, drowned in a tub of gold fishes
Hemingway Cats
Octave Cat
cat's meows
Colon Cat
herding cats
My cat is mentally challenged and more than a little misshapen
cat box day
Cats make great alarm clocks
How to listen to the stories that cats tell us
Waking up at 7:00 am to hear your cat puking
Which cat fell off last?
I am forced to smoke my cat

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