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What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
I don't like her because she won't like me
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
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?
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
Give Her To The Monsters
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
If the only sexual organ you have is a penis then everything looks like a vagina
like a tiger without her mountain
She thought about giving him 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 Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
sometimes things that look scary can be so beautiful, if you give them a chance
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Aliens look like aliens because they're human
What did Jesus look like?
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
she lit her thumb on fire
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Tricks girls use to look like they swallow
it looks like rain
Looks Like Rain
Neon lights under your car do not make it look like it's floating
If the only tool you have is a hammer, then everything looks like a nail
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 to copy my poem into her notebook
The way you look at me gives me butterflies
The colors flow through her like a rainbow
Even the moon likes to change her colors
She grew a little older, while he was telling 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.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She Will Have Her Way
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
She asked me to read her a poem
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
It looks like you are writing a letter
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
Look! That x looks like Jesus!
Would you like to try a sample?
How did the matrix know what blue looked like?
Looks like 1984 was only n years off
A body that looks like a battlefield
I don't like the looks of those teenagers
The shadows made her look a little treacherous.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
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.
Only her hands would give her away
She always was devious in her beauty
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Why poems are like babies...
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
she had already found her party
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Give it the old college try
She always confused her greys with white.
She keeps her lies everywhere
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
What Does Your Soul Look Like
Be a model or just look like one
Never look like you're staring
Painting a rock to make it look more like a rock
she gave her heart to a falling star
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.
What does a candle's flame look like when it burns in space?
A baby's eyes attract attention like television
This guy in the computer lab who looks like he should be a doctor
The iMac looks like the ass end of the New Beetle
Good girls who look like bad girls
Passing the baby around like a peace pipe
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
How to do nothing, and still look like a hard worker
Looks like I picked the wrong day to quit sniffing glue
What do theorems look like?
I would have liked thunder when she left
Look siad me Be like me
This isn't what it looks like
Psst, you look like your sternum collapsed
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Life is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt filled with odd waiters who give you things you never asked for and don't always like.
My dreams could give you nightmares, baby.
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She flies with her own wings
my baby sleeps on her head
Look where all this talking got us, baby
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Snatched away, like the Lindberg baby, who everyone talked about, which explains my lifelong fear of ladders.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
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 never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I have a sick mind. I like to pleasure myself with a hockey stick while gargling with pureed baby.
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
does she need to touch her own face to know?
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The look in her eyes
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
It clings to her like dedication in the rain
I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
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 so quiet that nobody heard her
do not look upon her; you shall be blinded
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
She practices her speech
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
born baby blue, tonight she is burning red
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
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She knows no truth except her own.
tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles

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