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does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Another bed she does not own
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
The portion of her face she allows me to see
serene. She sips her tea
every little thing she does is magic
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She keeps her lies everywhere
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
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 flies with her own wings
they does not know what it might be to live without them
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She Will Have Her Way
She knows no truth except her own.
She always confused her greys with white.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
How to smoke without getting addicted
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
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 calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
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.
She who abandons does not return
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
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 disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
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
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Driving without her voice
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she gave her heart to a falling star
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
even if it's just to smoke with me by this brick wall
She could not live with or without him
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She thought about giving him her heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I don't like her because she won't like me
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She grew a little older, while he was telling 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
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Time does not exist without rain
A rose in candlelight, her curves dance upon the wall
Zebras painted on her walls
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.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
she had already found her party
She practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She asked me to read her a poem
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.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
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
like a tiger without her mountain
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she does not know how much I need this
dirty dove's thick cloud of smoke wrapping around her face
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
the way she wears her weary
She drowns quietly and without complaint
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She left without saying goodbye
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
So her hat does not blow away
Does this dress make me look fat?
John Doe
God does not play dice with the universe
Time does not exist
someone without tattoos clearly has a fear of pain, which means in the kitchen they are slow and useless, therefore the food is weak and empty
Nobody Does It Better
MTV sucks
Microsoft does your mom
What Does Your Soul Look Like
Does this strategically placed leaf make me look fat?
Color does not exist
Why does Karl Marx drink only herbal tea?
Nature does some kick-ass 3D modeling
male masturbation
Female masturbation
If a tree falls in a forest, and nobody's around, does it make a sound?
How to say "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me"
Why does your deaf brother need a cell phone?
Mandibular block injection
Does this ever go away?
That which does not kill us, makes us Stranger
Windows 9x does not have true memory protection
where does that leave me?
What does God need with a starship?
Does shaking your head hurt your brain?
Do you take it I would astonish? Does the daylight astonish?
Just because you both have the same problem does not mean you are one another's solution
Why does ice float?
To which side does your penis lean?
Humans have six senses, why does everyone think we only have five?
Food that does not come from the country people think it comes from
How much uranium does Canada produce?
Does the Universe have granularity?
Things my corporate job does to scare the hell outa me
If nothing sticks to Teflon, how does it stick to the pan?
Does hate scare people?
Does your parents' marriage affect yours?
How does a monkey eat a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup?
When you call a girl beautiful, what does it mean?
The absence of something does not assume the presence of its opposite
Does the Bible allow for additional Mormon Scriptures?
Does anyone still care about freedom?
Does toilet paper go bad?
He who has enough to eat does the hungry not believe
Does this singularity make me look fat?
Religion does not cure stupidity, nor does atheism cure it
What RU-486 means to me
Wearing nice underpants does not necessarily mean it's a date
A "Big Bang" does not resolve Olbers' paradox
Does cruise control work in reverse?
John Doe No. 2
Why does my voice sound different on a tape recorder?
Difference in mass does affect acceleration

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