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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.
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.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
At least you tried your best
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
serene. She sips her tea
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
I don't like her because she won't like me
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
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
she lit her thumb on fire
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
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
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She thought about giving him her heart
Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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 wears her failed relationships like a shield
Even the moon likes to change her colors
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
she had already found her party
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Indiana once tried to change the value of pi
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She practices her speech
She Will Have Her Way
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She asked me to read her a poem
She keeps her lies everywhere
She always confused her greys with white.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She tries to hold the wind, stop it from crying
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she gave her heart to a falling star
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
My ears are always searching for the best sounds. I try not to let my eyes get locked into a particular sight.
My best friend reached her aphelion. Oh, and I'm in love with her.
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Revenge is a dish best served cold
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Best Light
Keep steadfast and earnest. You will try to trick yourself over and over again along the way. Keep going.
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They say that I have the best ass below 14th Street
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