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I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She thought about giving him her heart
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.
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 wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She Will Have Her Way
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I don't like her because she won't like me
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
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She knows no truth except her own.
She practices her speech
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was devious in her beauty
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
does she need to touch her own face to know?
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
What she didn't say
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She always confused her greys with white.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She keeps her lies everywhere
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
It’s herself she didn’t love
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She flies with her own wings
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
serene. She sips her tea
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
she didn't believe in kissing outside of art
At night, her eyes closed, she would
she had already found her party
the way she wears her weary
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She asked me to read her a poem
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
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 don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She didn't believe in transcendence
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
she
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
English As She Is Spoke
Long Term Care Insurance
She smiles in colors
So then she said
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
She sells sea shells
That's all she wrote
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
She Hangs Brightly
I knew she wasn't faking
(s)he
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
She is why God is God.
her thoughts are elsewhere, sad
As long as it falls directly from your hand to mine I don't really care what it is
How long have you been in love with her?
her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
She said
She stopped and took a second look
She Walks in Beauty
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She approached me with some vague line
What She Said
he/she
Murder She Wrote
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
She Moved Through The Fair
She Who Is
She arose and said matter-of-factly
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
She misses me
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
she turns and smiles, then walks away
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
I could hear her thoughts
Don't care didn't care
The Girl in the Long Blue Skirt
Short Skirt Long Jacket
It's okay. I thought I knew her too.

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