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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 asked me to read her a poem
She always confused her greys with white.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I don't like her because she won't like me
Two condoms, she makes me wear
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She told me to say that
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
She only wants me for sex
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She Blinded Me With Science
She found me on public transportation
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
White gold women in lab coats
every little thing she does is magic
She loves me, she loves me not
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She said she loved me
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She is still undoing me.
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She approached me with some vague line
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
That one makes me scream, she said
She just looks at me
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
Tell him, she told me
She saved me from Hylas' fate
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
she seems bored with me after all this time
She loved me for my maths
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
serene. She sips her tea
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She Will Have Her Way
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She Fucks Me
She practices her speech
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
she lit her thumb on fire
Something she sees in men, sometimes
She told me she remembers three things about me
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she , billowing apparation, inimitable white sheet
She knows no truth except her own.
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
she gave her heart to a falling star
She pulled the "I love you" on me
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She Loves Me
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
She misses me
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She told me she wouldn't
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
she does not know how much I need this
She who abandons does not return
She kills me
Another bed she does not own
She only wants me for tech support
she, he, and me
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She cleaned up for me at least.
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She looks at me and she laughs
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She thought about giving him her heart
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She doesn't need me anymore
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 might not need me. But then again she might.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She tells me she drives a truck.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
she had already found her party
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
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 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
She always was devious in her beauty
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She Speaks to Me
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.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
Pale sickly white girl, why you no love me?
Don't call me white
Does this strategically placed leaf make me look fat?
A few minutes is all it will take sometimes to completely undo me
How to say "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me"

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