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All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
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
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
he/she
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
She practices her speech
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
serene. She sips her tea
I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
All he left her was alone
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
She flies with her own wings
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
the way she wears her weary
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
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.
Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She always was devious in her beauty
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
Now he dances to bring her back.
Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
mr. T pities the fool regardless of whether he is wearing his seatbelt
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
why is the great man great? he keeps on running through a world of his own.
At her mirror, his muse
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her hips made waves against his shore
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
His and Her Circumstances
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
I saved his life. He does not know it.
He just left his body
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
he has her eyes
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
His 'N' Hers
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
she had already found her party
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.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She Will Have Her Way
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
does she need to touch her own face to know?
He says she says
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
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
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
He flops over and bonks his head
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
He and She
she lit her thumb on fire
He and she are one
His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
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 was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He is honest and forthright with strangers. He reserves his lies for his family
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
she, he, and me
He lived in southern California with his tanned, powdered mother
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
he (or she)
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
She was coming out as he was going in.
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
He gave her a daisy
judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
He Said, She Said
He began to learn that waste flows downstream. Imagine his surprise.
He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
He made a way to his anger
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
he is too shy to write his tale
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.
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I don't like her because she won't like me
She thought about giving him her heart
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
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 opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
making certain he was touching her
The portion of her face she allows me to see
He weaves his words
She was never mine. I always shared her.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her

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