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I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I don't like her because she won't like me
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Figures don't lie, but liars can figure
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She Looked Slutty. I Don't Mean That in a Bad Way.
You can put your boots in the oven, but that don't make them biscuits.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Dry bones can harm no one
Can You Forgive Her?
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
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
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
I'm not going to simplify things just so they can fit inside your mind. You don't deserve that.
I can share anything with you, and you don't mind
She thought about giving him her heart
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
she gave her heart to a falling star
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
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
How can someone worship a dead naked man nailed to a cross as their god?
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
You mean she can
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
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.
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
serene. She sips her tea
she had already found her party
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She always confused her greys with white.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
How can you arrive anywhere if you don't take that first road trip?
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
Can the Cross be Saved?
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
You don't really drink beer in cans, do you?
Sometimes you don't know the boundary until you've crossed it
i'm going to show these people a world that you don't believe can exist
Don't try to make the moment last. You can ruin it that way. Just learn to savor it and, when the time comes, learn how to let it go.
Don't tell her she's beautiful
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
every horse can be tamed by someone. but they don't always live at the same time.
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
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 flies with her own wings
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
How to argue about something you don't know literally a single thing about
Things you can tell just by looking at her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
she lit her thumb on fire
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She knows no truth except her own.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She asked me to read her a poem
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Dig up her bones
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She keeps her lies everywhere
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
Ducks can swim. What about her pearls?
They don't realize they're talking about death but I can hear it behind their voices
Don't stop. You can sleep when you're dead.
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
Can I play with your breasts? Yes, but don't get out of the yard.
She is glowing on fire. can she see that?
I don't believe in God or the soul but these machines can make me cry
I don't suppose we can wait for some alien race to come down and threaten us
I can see her face
We can do the sideways thinking that's needed to combat something which can literally eat your combat training.
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
Because the weather is always beautiful, they don't even know that storms can be beautiful too.
At the Cross her Station Keeping
don't just wait for it, but you can only wait for it
I don't know how the fuck you can sleep at night
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
I don't want to see her
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
I don't owe you sympathy. You owed it to her.
Why you don't want to piss her off
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
I don't think of her
If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.
in her bones
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Don't tell me about her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
She was never mine. I always shared her.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She Will Have Her Way
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
the way she wears her weary
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can make me think I deserved it.
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.
bone in her teeth
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
The alien zombies are coming. I can feel it in my bones.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She practices her speech
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
Bone Machine
sutural bone
spongy bone
Dem Bones Gonna Rise Again
Bone Yard
allogeneic bone marrow transplant
Token Bones
as she suddenly realizes that the Heart that she has been praying to did not send somebody... but is, instead, here.
moving bone
Stationary bone
Temporal bone
Innominate bone
Mr. Grieves' Bone Machine
Bone Dance
Richard Bone

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