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I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
To boldly go where no man has gone before
To boldly go where no one has gone before
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
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
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Usually, if you've seen one bald man in a robe, you've seen 'em all, but most of them aren't burning alive from the inside out
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
serene. She sips her tea
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
The old hands you’ve baked around hers
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
The best magic trick you've ever seen
Stop Me (If You've Heard This Before)
Where No Man Has Gone Before
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
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 nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Besides the part where she was the only one
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She flies with her own wings
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
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.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Things I had not seen before coming to America
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
At night, her eyes closed, she would
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.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
and I haven't seen her since.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She asked me to read her a poem
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She Will Have Her Way
She thought about giving him her heart
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
Do what you can, with what you've got, where you are
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
In response to you telling me I have the bluest eyes you've ever seen
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
Imagine the prettiest thing you've ever seen. Now make it glow.
Where songs that are played around campfires with a harmonica come from
I don't like her because she won't like me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
That moment before she asked
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
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 found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
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
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
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
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
she had already found her party
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with 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.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She practices her speech
she lit her thumb on fire
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Before she started smoking
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She knows no truth except her own.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
The bathroom's her bedroom, where the tears flow
She keeps her lies everywhere
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she gave her heart to a falling star
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
the way she wears her weary
Ain't you ever seen a Yankee before?
Where have my wings gone? They are hidden, embarrassed to be seen.
She sits where she pleases
Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen
she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
You can only play the cards you've been dealt
Play it where it lies
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
To Dream Where No Man Has Dreamed Before
before common era
Before the Rain
Before and After Science
pearls before swine
JeffMagnus Remembers: Everything Before Experience (a lament)
Laugh at yourself before others do
csh history expansion refers to the line before most csh expansions occurred
Cybersex before it was cool
you've been through something that no one should have to go through
Ground rush
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in his shoes
Wei Chi, before completion
Think before you speak
I am but a moth before your flame
Before Choice Disturbs Poem
Before we dump the bodies, you guys wanna go to Hooters?
the days before porn
A buddha before history
RFC 1882
Undercover "Jesus" Surfaces Before Departure
Early, before our hands knew what to do
These rugs will unite this country like no other rugs have before
Before Night Falls
Quick, put your shirt back on before the cop gets here
Thirty Sonnets: At the Tomb of Napoleon Before the Elections in America -- November, 1912
To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of the women
The Night Before
Service Before Self
Before Time Was
A Love Before Time
before the mast
naked before you
Getting a working visa in Japan
Shake Before Using...
We've heard it all before
Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success
Just a word before tomorrow
letter-writing is always before an absent addressee
Sobering up before going to bed
My life closed twice before its close
The Changing Experience of African-American Children Before and After the Civil War
color photography before color film
Twas the night before eye surgery

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