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They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
I don't like her because she won't like me
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
They protect us from danger by harming us before we can harm ourselves
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
How would you like it if they took your subculture and made it a theme night?
I walk around when I'm high
she gave her heart to a falling star
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
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
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I would have liked thunder when she left
They hum like angels
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
the way she wears her weary
I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
She practices her speech
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Tricks girls use to look like they swallow
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
They moved like a river
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
I think this is why I walked like Nixon
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She keeps her lies everywhere
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
You turn around and suddenly notice that they are growing up
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She'd move, breaking the magnetism between her chair and my desk
Run around like chickens with their head cut off
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
her arms around me
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Throw your hands (up) in the air, (and) wave them all around like you (just) don't care
Walk Like an Egyptian
She always confused her greys with white.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them.
Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like a Peasant
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
You Gotta Walk It Like You Talk It
Passing the baby around like a peace pipe
All my friends are nonconformists. They all dress like me.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I walked around all day with a pubic hair on my face
I would love for you to come to me with Christmas lights around your head, late night like a ghost
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
At night, her eyes closed, she would
serene. She sips her tea
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
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 kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
she lit her thumb on fire
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
She knows no truth except her own.
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She asked me to read her a poem
like a tiger without her mountain
They had left, but her mascara kept running
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
They hit each other, like fucking Christ intended!
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
gonna walk around (user)
Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
Walk Like Me
Around nine PM my heart was breaking so I went to bed early to listen to it happen.
She is in the heartbeat you hear around you, listen
Walk like you're a sex goddess
They are building a fence around the sidewalk
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
In the future, hairstyles will be just like they are now
She is like an onion
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
Too many people say "I love you" when they mean "I like you"
Three Puerto Rican girls walked by like accordion music under the trees, looking like they'd accept nothing less than perfection.
Things are more like they are now than they ever were before
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
She thought about giving him her heart
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
the more clothing I lose, the more often I get to walk around shirtless.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She flies with her own wings
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
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 found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
i don't want to feel like i am the most beautiful thing around
The colors flow through her like a rainbow
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Sheila dashes madly into traffic as Euros flutter down around us like injured butterflies
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Even the moon likes to change her colors
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
I dream that I walk with her
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She always was devious in her beauty
I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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.
dirty dove's thick cloud of smoke wrapping around her face
she had already found her party
It clings to her like dedication in the rain
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The old hands you’ve baked around hers
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
leaves spiralled around us like a benediction
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?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
My adulterous thoughts, they fly around the world.
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 disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
The whole world smells like a laundromat and bud. Good bud, bud that makes you feel like the early days. Take your bong to the laundromat. Pass it around.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
just another walk around the neighborhood
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I walked for a thousand miles to hear her laugh, then serenaded her in a field of fireflies.
If you see her around.

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