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A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
she had already found her party
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed 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.
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon (idea) mp3 (recording)
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
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 knew she wasn't faking
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
every little thing she does is magic
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on 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
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.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
serene. She sips her tea
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
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 is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She knows no truth except her own.
Besides the part where she was the only one
It’s herself she didn’t love
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon (idea) mp3 (recording)
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
She had never kissed someone so old.
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
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
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
She always was devious in her beauty
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
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 Will Have Her Way
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon (idea) mp3 (recording)
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
she lit her thumb on fire
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She threw herself from the bed
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She keeps her lies everywhere
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She knew what she was doing
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
She felt like the word 'shatter'
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
She had fingernails that shined like justice
So she could feel as if she had danced
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She thought about giving him her heart
She Had to Be Sure
she had mood ring eyes
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She flies with her own wings
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She practices her speech
She asked me to read her a poem
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The most interesting job I've ever had
I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
I Knew Her Through a Window
She stopped and took a second look
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
It's okay. I thought I knew her too.
she
he/she
I don't think I realized what I had gotten myself into, but it seemed like the potential for fun and insanity were there in equal parts
Making her presence known (part 2)
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
She Walks in Beauty
She said
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
She pulled the "I love you" on me
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
When I woke up this morning I had no regrets - I felt no shame
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
They had left, but her mascara kept running
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
Making her presence known (Part 3)
And only those who had been there knew the whole truth.
Every molecule in my body was once part of a star
Margaret Thatcher: My Part in her Downfall
We had every gentle sound
I had every intention of moving forward.
The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
When did you decide to forget every wrong you had done?
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy

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