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At night, her eyes closed, she would
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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She went out through the bathroom window
her eyes were brimming with souls
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
serene. She sips her tea
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
steal out the eyes from the angels and set them as stars
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
her eyes can't find you at first
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She always confused her greys with white.
She just appeared out of nowhere
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
Her Violet Eyes
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Tender girl sipping and planning out her future
she had already found her party
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
the way she wears her weary
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
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
Out of Touch
Is she really going out with him?
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
In reach. Out of touch.
She was coming out as he was going in.
when still her eyes held water
You're not going to be happy until you put someone's eye out
And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
Her eyes are gold
he has her eyes
She thought about giving him her heart
She flies with her own wings
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Speculative bangs covered her eyes
If you could see her through my eyes
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
You see them driving around, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes
she lit her thumb on fire
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
she gave her heart to a falling star
None of It Touches Her
She keeps her lies everywhere
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She threw out all my letters
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Outside she reads, outside she is reading the evacuation procedure, out loud
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
The look in her eyes
World In Her Eyes
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
confusion in her eyes that says it all
she had mood ring eyes
The one the queen keeps her eye on
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
The distractibility of her eyes (sapphire)
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
And her knee touched mine
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
So while Faust is busy trying to wipe the blood off his face and Shorty's trying to claw his eyes out, I mosey away and try my hand at storming the castle
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
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 was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
her eyes
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She Will Have Her Way
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
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
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She knows no truth except her own.
Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
She asked me to read her a poem
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She practices her speech
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
Eye of the Tiger
If a picture is worth a thousand words how many for a touch?
Eyes of Ibad
Eye Opener
eyed (user)
feel my eyes
fork in the eye
my eye is the gravitational center for all species of insects
Eyes on the Prize
fading lost soul marked by this, an ever bleeding eye, a single tear
eye language
I love your eyes

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