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She was very beautiful. Y'know?
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
When she was bad
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 dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
I was very, very drunk
Besides the part where she was the only one
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.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was free
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
I was told you were very pretty
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.
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
She was never mine. I always shared her.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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 so tall, and I was so in love
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
My very first mentor was a heroin junkie
All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She Was 18, It Was Summer
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
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
She was locked in time
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
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 too beautiful to be human
Because, perhaps she was cold
She knew what she was doing
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
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 buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
Sex with the Stewards of Gondor was always very lame
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
To a girl who thought she was moving away
What the hell was she thinking?
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 dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
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 thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Sierra Nevada Pale Ale
On a Pale Horse
Pale Rider
In the Pale Moonlight
Paled
Pale Fire
Beyond the pale
Behold a Pale Horse
Pale sickly white girl, why you no love me?
The Pale Criminal
A cold pale flare
Pale 3
A moon, reflected in a tin ashtray. A brief pale sun, shrouded and without heat.
Trapped in your shadows, I grow pale
the pale fire of the moon
Cascade Pale Ale
Brooklyn East India Pale Ale
Pale Blue Dot
Coopers Pale Ale
A pale yet crimson sunrise
Three times the Pale Rider came
Under a Pale Grey Sky
Pale Master
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light
Pale Male
all pale and childlike
Pale mutated undergrads dissecting war casualties
Plowing with a pale horse
Pale Horse
with a cold pale lump of orange in hand
Standing awkwardly on a playground under the pale October sky
The Pale King
Gobble-uns: Beyond the pale
middle of summer how crazy it was
She stopped and took a second look
She pulled the "I love you" on me
That's all she wrote
What She Said
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
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She Hangs Brightly
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
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
How she saw the moon
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
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
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 leaves a busy emptiness in the room

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