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She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was locked in time
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.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
When she was bad
She was steady
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
she seems bored with me after all this time
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was coming out as he was going in.
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She is and was
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Each time she tells you this, she is lying.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She was too beautiful to be human
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Everything Stalin did was legal
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Besides the part where she was the only one
A chorus of phones each time she calls
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Everything Hitler did was legal
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
What the hell was she thinking?
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
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 was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Well, what happened? Did she succeed?
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Because, perhaps she was cold
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was so tall, and I was so in love
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She knew what she was doing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was free
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
she was waylaid by an octopus
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
To a girl who thought she was moving away
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
She Wanted to Leave
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
Is she really going out with him?
She arose and said matter-of-factly
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
she does not know how much I need this
He says she says
She said she loved me
The picture she drew in my notebook
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
Isn't She Lovely
she broke my heart
She still has my Borges book
So then she said
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Jennifer, is she your friend?
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
what she kisses twice
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She Sells Sanctuary
She leaves a busy emptiness in the room
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
she is not a servant to scattered branches
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She is not beautiful
She Misses Him
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
I am three, she said
That one makes me scream, she said
she turns and smiles, then walks away
God is a she
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She thought about giving him her heart
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
I don't like her because she won't like me
She has trouble acting normal
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She told me to say that
He and She
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She Smells of Lilacs
She Sleeps
She makes my teeth naked
Why she stopped crying
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She is Overheard Singing
He and she are one
How she saw the moon
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
She Fucks Me
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She threw out all my letters
She left without saying goodbye
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
When did you realise you really weren't going to realize some of your dreams?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She said yes
She Hangs Brightly
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
(s)he
She misses me
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
I knew she wasn't faking
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
she being Brand
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
She Is Suffering
How clear she shines
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
After searching for my mother's name for twenty years, I realized I also did not know my father's
She just sat there
Who am I to critique that which she is?
What the hell did I do with my keys this time?
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She Loves You
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She just looks at me
She flies with her own wings
All That She Wants
So she wet the bed
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She Loves Me
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Where did Archie find the time?

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