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She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Why I didn't get my driver's license until I was 18
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
serene. She sips her tea
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She flies with her own wings
Sex just walked by me, and I didn't get any, dammit
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She Will Have Her Way
Why didn't you just get a dog?
She keeps her lies everywhere
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She didn't believe in transcendence
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
she didn't believe in kissing outside of art
If she didn't love you she would kill you
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
What she didn't say
I didn't read it but I want to get into the author's pants
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
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
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She thought about giving him her heart
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She always was devious in her beauty
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 sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
How will you know you didn't get it all wrong?
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She asked me to read her a poem
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
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.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
the way she wears her weary
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
It’s herself she didn’t love
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
Why can't I get over her
If only I could get into her head
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I don't like her because she won't like me
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on 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.
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 calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
does she need to touch her own face to know?
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.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she had already found her party
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep 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 is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
she lit her thumb on fire
She knows no truth except her own.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She always confused her greys with white.
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 picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she gave her heart to a falling star
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
We got along OK, until one day we didn't
I didn't change anything!
Oh boner, you didn't whiz on Old Glory, did you?
Why I didn't want to find his love letters in my copy of East of Eden
I didn't think that the air could scream in resistance until you approached me
Which part of I don't understand didn't you understand?
We didn't cross the border; the border crossed us.
I didn't know such things when I was young
Live Era '87-'93
Political Parties that didn't quite make it
Don't say I didn't warn you
At least I didn't have to pay...
The drugs that didn't ease the pain
You didn't even keep one bag?
Why didn't Jesus remind you
Redundancy in DNA
It didn't work, Granberg!
The pictures that I didn't take
I didn't always have this cool job
I suppose I could have married a World Cup soccer player, but I didn't
I didn't say you stole my watch
Warning signs that you may not have chosen the right title (collaboration)
We Didn't Start the Fire
It's a good thing they didn't start the fire in the library
We Didn't Stir the Nodegel
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Plus, the poem didn't rhyme and it fit on one page.
What Darwin Didn't Know
as if he didn't exist
Don't care didn't care
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
I didn't smoke THAT much
the lady from Iowa didn't either
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
The coolest I've ever felt, given that I didn't end up with a gun.
Didn't Poe teach you never to talk to strangers
I knocked on the massive door, and came one step closer to knowing what I didn't know before.
Why We Didn't Become Physicists - Tarantula Season: Prophesy
Why We Didn't Become Physicists
Jack Gets Up
get with the program
Get over the self-absorbed "I'll never sell out" rhetoric
get well card
No One Here Gets Out Alive

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