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She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
A very short glimpse of the Shenzhen SEZ
She is not a girl, she is a woman. No, wait, she's a girl.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was too beautiful to be human
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
A Woman Who Never Was
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Because, perhaps she was cold
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
I was very, very drunk
if music were a woman
How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was locked in time
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She is and was
Besides the part where she was the only one
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
strange and too short but I was lonely
All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
I was told you were very pretty
If I was a woman I'd be a feminist too
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
What the hell was she thinking?
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She always was devious in her beauty
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
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 was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was free
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was coming out as he was going in.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
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.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
My very first mentor was a heroin junkie
A very short romance
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She knew what she was doing
if music was a woman you would have a mistress
A virtuous woman was a manly woman, in the womanly fashion of being manly
There was a man and a woman
Sex with the Stewards of Gondor was always very lame
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Wonder Woman and the Very Angry Comediennes
she was waylaid by an octopus
When she was bad
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was never mine. I always shared her.
she
She said
he/she
She stopped and took a second look
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
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She Hangs Brightly
She arose and said matter-of-factly
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She misses me
So then she said
(s)he
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
I knew she wasn't faking
So happy she drools
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
God is a she
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
How clear she shines
She thought about giving him her heart
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Warrior's Woman
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Loves Me
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
How she saw the moon
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She Smells of Lilacs
All That She Wants
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
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She still has my Borges book
He and She
He and she are one
she is not a servant to scattered branches
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
She Sells Sanctuary
She makes my teeth naked
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
She Sleeps
She is Overheard Singing
Why she stopped crying
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She loved me for my maths
She is the branches, you are the trunk
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
She Who Holds the Sky
She stood on my feet; and we danced
I would have liked thunder when she left
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
The hardest breath she has
She only wants me for sex
steady as she goes
How's she cutting?
She Howls (user)
serene. She sips her tea

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