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When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
she lit her thumb on fire
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
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 keeps her lies everywhere
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I don't like her because she won't like me
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
the way she wears her weary
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She practices her speech
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Her legs shifting underneath the desk
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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
serene. She sips her tea
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
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 asked me to read her a poem
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She thought about giving him her heart
At the Cross her Station Keeping
She flies with her own wings
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 grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
The woman with her legs apart
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Documenta, the Child-Bride, bares her legs for the Ravenous Wolves of the Grey Hour
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
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.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
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 is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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
Emily's Legs and Her Shoes
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
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 smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
She knows no truth except her own.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
David Cross
Stations of the Cross
cross product
Sign of the Cross
Why did the chicken cross the playground?
Crossed Rifles
Cross Interleave Reed-Solomon Code
Cross checking
helping old ladies cross the street
How to cross the road in Malaysia
Latin Cross
Maltese cross
Inverted Cross
Tau Cross
noughts and crosses
Cross Quarters
Southern Cross
Southern Cross University
crossed uncrossed
Chrono Cross
How to cross the road in Montreal
Cross Country Canada
cross fader
Crosses scare Jesus
Cross Country Checkup
The Old Rugged Cross
84 Charing Cross Road
radar cross section
taking the cross
Gold Cross
Born Cross Eyed
Cross country running
Cross the line
white cross
Cross No More Rivers
The parable of the chicken that crossed the road
Grand Cross
The Pilgrim's Progress: Part I: Loses his burden at the cross
Crossed market
police line do not cross
You can't cross the same river twice
Why did the indie rawk kid cross the road?
Cross of Gold
Ferry 'Cross the Mersey
Golden Cross
The Cross of Snow
Saint Brigid's Cross
Distinguished Service Cross
blocking cross
cross cut
The Grades of the Iron Cross
I have crossed over the geek girl line
Cross Site Scripting
cross breeding
The legend of the gypsy and the nails from the cross
Distinguished Flying Cross
cross cultural
Knight and Grand Cross of the British Empire
Villon's Straight Tip to All Cross Coves
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Aston Cross
zero cross
weeping cross
Twilight of the Crosses
Grand Cross of the Bath
Peltier's cross
Royal Red Cross
What do you get when you cross the Alps with elephants?
Kerron Cross
cross eyed (user)
cross threading
King's Cross Fire

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