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They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Liked Horses, and Flowers That Smell Pink
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I don't like her because she won't like me
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She just stares at us like we're crazy
some summers they drop like flies
Tricks girls use to look like they swallow
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
She said I dreamed like dead men
Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
I like my breasts the way they are
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
In the future, hairstyles will be just like they are now
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
Too many people say "I love you" when they mean "I like you"
They Will Burn like Streaks of Gasoline on a Lawn
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
She must be what cocaine is like
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
It clings to her like dedication in the rain
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She tastes like gingerbread, too.
They hum like angels
magic is real and it's nothing like what they say
they seem each like a smile of great sweetness
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 doesn't like you
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
We don't have time. Not like they do.
How would you like it if they took your subculture and made it a theme night?
They hit each other, like fucking Christ intended!
All my friends are nonconformists. They all dress like me.
She is like an onion
Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them.
Even the moon likes to change her colors
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh and they shall be drunk with their own blood like wine
Things are more like they are now than they ever were before
She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
I would have liked thunder when she left
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
They made the sunrise for people like us just so we have an excuse for why we're still up.
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
She had fingernails that shined like justice
She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
I've read books so I know things that sound like they could be true
she can't remember what it's like to be found
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
She felt like the word 'shatter'
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
We all know what beautiful eyes are like, what they do to you.
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
She writes like the wind moves
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
drum rudiments which sound like they were named by a neural net
I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
like a tiger without her mountain
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
The colors flow through her like a rainbow
Fuck me like you fucked that horse
hung like a horse
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
They moved like a river
Horses: do they love us back?
Let's get milk-faced and hum like rabbits
She asked me to read her a poem
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Jesus undoubtedly said this or something very like it
Spies Like Us
Girlfriend who likes computers
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Lovin' you like rubbers
How to avoid people whom you don't like talking to
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 asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I know what it's like to be dead
Talking about love is like dancing about architecture
Fuck like crazed weasels
Suicide is a legitimate option in a case like this
I like my coffee the way I like my women
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I do not like doctors
Cake Like
breeding like rabbits
She knows no truth except her own.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She always confused her greys with white.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She thought about giving him her heart
Men like large amounts of kinetic energy
How appropriate, you fight like a cow!
Beat like a redheaded stepchild
Tastes like chicken
Like
Wine that tastes like sour Kool-Aid
Head Like a Hole
Took a lot to live a lot like you
Walk Like an Egyptian
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I never thought it would be like this
My cat's breath smells like cat food
every horse can be tamed by someone. but they don't always live at the same time.
If there were more people like you, there would be less people
Take it like a man
I Don't Like Mondays
Making like the rabbits
I thought paper cuts were like lightning
Party Like It's 1499
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
In like Flynn
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
like an ashtray
I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
It's Like, You Know...
They Shoot Horses, Don't They?
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she gave her heart to a falling star
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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Smells Like Teen Spirit
Trip Like I Do
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.

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