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She walked by his desk and left a nickel
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
does she need to touch her own face to know?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
His face when she fell
His gigantic luminous face trailing cosmic afterimages on the screen
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
dirty dove's thick cloud of smoke wrapping around her face
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Inches away from her face
She keeps her lies everywhere
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 flies with her own wings
Or he'll just kick me in the face and scream abstract noises and dance around outside in his underwear and have sex with the neighbor's dog and try to fly by jumping off the toilet
Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
His 'N' Hers
she is his sounding board
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
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 was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She walked into the room
If You Followed Her Gaze
Her picture in my wallet
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I don't like her because she won't like me
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She was never mine. I always shared her.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
I can see her face
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
A mace to the face keeps every man in his place
She knows no truth except her own.
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
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
As she walked into the sea she complained, "I'm drowning."
A man and his own face
A cute lady mechanic who fixed his engine and damn near broke his heart
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
It didn't matter what star it came from, just the familiar warmth of the sunlight on his face
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
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
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
her face forms in summertime
At night, her eyes closed, she would
serene. She sips her tea
Kissing a man all over his face
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
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 picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She practices her speech
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in his shoes
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
she gave her heart to a falling star
left everything on his desk and walked out into the bright sunlight
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She Walks in Beauty
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She always confused her greys with white.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
I walked around all day with a pubic hair on my face
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
To Her Face
she turns and smiles, then walks away
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
Why if I ever meet Nancy Grace, I'll punch her in her yapping poodle-like face
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
The sunny side of his face
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
Her Hypnotic Gaze
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
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Her face could make the ocean ache
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
On Her Face
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
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
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
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 thought about giving him her heart
I dream that I walk with her
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
His and Her Circumstances
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
the way she wears her weary
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
she had already found her party
She Will Have Her Way
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
a bit of ash in his face keeps him warm
At her mirror, his muse
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.
She was so quiet that nobody heard 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.
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
Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
she lit her thumb on fire
His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her hips made waves against his shore
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
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.
His face
She asked me to read her a poem
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I walked for a thousand miles to hear her laugh, then serenaded her in a field of fireflies.
Faces
Face on Mars
Waking up with a dog breathing into your face
Behold This Swarthy Face
Something you definitely do not want on your face
The White Face / Red Nose continuum
Volcanoes are the pores of the earth's face
What face did you have before your mother and father were born?
Today We Choose Faces
The challenge we face
On maintaining the spirit of Christmas in the face of reality
yesterday i walked for two and a half hours and was baptized in the spirit
There will be time, there will be time, to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
Why Dost Thou Shade Thy Lovely Face?
Charcoal Face
I have a face I cannot show, I make the rules up as I go
Mapping faces to a triangular grid of vertices

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