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When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was too beautiful to be human
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was never mine. I always shared her.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She is and was
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was free
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She Was 18, It Was Summer
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
When she was bad
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
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 always was devious in her beauty
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was locked in time
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 was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She knew what she was doing
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
What the hell was she thinking?
sexual goddess
Sing, goddess
Gloranthan earth goddess
Red Goddess
God and Goddess
Ah! My Goddess
Vision of the White Goddess
You are truly a goddess of disturbed tranquility
Adventures of the Mini Goddesses
Walk like you're a sex goddess
The Roman Pantheon of Gods and Goddesses
domestic goddess
Girl Goddess #9
Gods and Goddesses of the Fae
belly goddess
The Goddess
The darkroom goddess
Galaga Goddess
The goddess of the dimly lit
The White Goddess
Eternally Bad: Goddesses with Attitude
The Sunny Goddess (user)
Songs of a Goddess
Ancient Egyptian Goddesses
Mother goddess
Statuette of a Snake Goddess
La Déesse
Lost Goddesses of Early Greece
Green Goddess
The Goddess of the Black Fan
Goddess dolly
Goddess (user)
The Quantum Goddess
Shower Kletic
I married a sex goddess
Goddess Culture (category)
The Legend of Zelda: Symphony of the Goddesses
Song of Ceber 35: Takara, Goddess of Gears and the Benediction
Switchblade Goddess
The goddess whispers, the goddess shouts
The Alphabet Versus the Goddess
I used to worship the porcelain goddess
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
She said
he/she
She Walks in Beauty
She stopped and took a second look
She pulled the "I love you" on me
That's all she wrote
What She Said
She sells sea shells
She approached me with some vague line
She Who Is
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
Murder She Wrote
She smiles in colors
She is why God is God.
She Moved Through The Fair
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
English As She Is Spoke
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
The picture she drew in my notebook
(and it wasn’t in my time nor yet in your time: but a very good time it was for all that)
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She has trouble acting normal
She said she loved me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She just sat there
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
Jennifer, is she your friend?
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The vacuum she left
She Loves You
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Loves Me
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
So she wet the bed
She said yes
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
How she saw the moon
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She just looks at me
He says she says
That one makes me scream, she said
She flies with her own wings
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She told me to say that
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking

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