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She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Her smile could light up a three-story building
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
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
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.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She always was devious in her beauty
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
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
To boldly go where no one has gone before
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
the way she wears her weary
Waking up is nice for those first few moments before you remember who and what you are.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Before inertia, there was impetus
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
The portion of her face she allows me to see
we woke up to find you gone. well, said the city, we still have the river.
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
I sealed up my future where he could not get it.
she had already found her party
Devil up her sleeve
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
The tears of the earth keep her smile in blooms
Cybersex before it was cool
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
It was better before they came
Where No Man Has Gone Before
I could hear her thoughts
So she could feel as if she had danced
Could you be any more of a poseur? 'Changes' was a best-of!
I could do without it, if I knew what it was
I was me before being me was cool.
Her name was Natalie
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Up and gone
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
Books to read before you give up on fantasy
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
At night, her eyes closed, she would
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
All he left her was alone
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
She practices her speech
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
On three separate occasions, I gave up my life so others could live
Before I was consciously thinking of him, my body was
What did people use as incidental music before Moby was invented?
I feel the way bank robbers must feel before they go out on that last job that ends up getting them all killed. That is to say, optimistic.
If you could see her through my eyes
People have fucked up before
Over and over it would rain so that we could not dig the body up
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
If only I could get into her head
Before you, there was me
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I wish you could have met me before I became food
She thought about giving him her heart
Take Her up to Monto
Your angel stayed long after everything else was gone
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
StuartO))) has his head up his ass and could not write his way out of a wet paper sack
Books to read before you give up on sci-fi
serene. She sips her tea
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
wake up and find her still there
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Before Time Was
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
Ruth holding up time with her beauty
The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
Sobering up before going to bed
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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.
She Will Have Her Way
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
That moment before she asked
it was years before they met again, by chance
I remember the minimizer's playbook before it was killing grandmas
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces
Before the World was Made
When we see the early signs of daylight fading, we leave just before it's gone.
And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
You thought the silent treatment was as cold as it could get
I could grow up to become the soft ineffectual synthesis of untold compromises that I am today
It was a pauper's laugh. It was what I could afford.
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
It was the least I could do
Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
She could not live with or without him
The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
About the things you could not show her
Her face could make the ocean ache
It was all I could do not to cry
The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
I Fell In Love With A Girl Who Was Already Gone.
her today and gone tomorrow
The girls had gone wild and now my dad's cock was missing
I could tell by all of her dead house plants
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I was sure it was her
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
Before she started smoking
They left the streets stained with blood, and their howling could be heard long after they were gone
She flies with her own wings
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Dig up her bones
Long Gone Before Daylight
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
I don't like her because she won't like me
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask

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