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A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
On being left-handed, the ocean, God, and more than one toothbrush
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
I am in love with so much more than your body heat, but let's start there
She knows no truth except her own.
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I am more than the impulse to be seen
I'm not really okay with being hated for what I am. It's hard to take. But it's still better than being loved for something I'm not.
There are more and better reasons to dislike a human being than race or religion
I don't even know when I am being sarcastic anymore
Why are human beings so much more difficult to housetrain than dogs?
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She is afraid of not being shy
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
I am the only being whose doom...
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She asked me to read her a poem
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Do you know how smart I am in Spanish?
I am a mental construct in her head
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Know That I Am Providence
she lit her thumb on fire
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
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
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
no more bitter. i am full.
I am three, she said
I am dumber than a rose
she being Brand
i just want to know who i am
She flies with her own wings
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
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 said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She practices her speech
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She Will Have Her Way
She is all I am listening to here
When I am stronger than now
To tell the truth I am never happier than when I am a kangaroo
People smarter than I am.
I think I know that I am almost always afraid.
i am a human being. nothing human is alien to me.
You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
The ability of planarian worms to run a maze more successfully after being fed the remains of a successful worm
sometimes i worry that the more i learn about the world, the less i am myself
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I don't know, Timmy, being God is a big responsibility
I don't like her because she won't like me
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I don't think that there's anything worse than being ordinary.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
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
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
she had already found her party
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
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 is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
the way she wears her weary
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
she gave her heart to a falling star
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
I am so sorry and you will never know
No One Knows Who I Am
I am my mother's daughter, and she is my daughter
I know I am but summer to your heart,
I Feel Taller Than I Am
Know That I Am Providence; Sector B1
I want you to know who I am beyond my name
no more stupid, i am full
I know you are, but what am I?
Some foods, I am convinced, are packaged only for families of 3 or more and bulimics
I am a teacher, and I don't know what your pancreas does
I am the Bull and She is the China Shop
Does my goldfish know who I am?
I know you're up there. I am but a discontented symbol birthed from the blood of your terrible pen.
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
I know the world will hate me for who I am.
they tell you to be your true self. to never give up on who you are. they don't know who i am.
The only thing worse than being uninformed, is being informed and not caring
Being solicited for sex by people who don't even know your gender
And yet, when the warm breeze of spring greets my face and the sunlight does not make me shield my eyes, I know I am not alone.
I am too birdlike to really know peace
all other times are better than 6 am
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
if being gay isn't illegal, how will we know who's cool anymore?
How To Avoid Being Something Other Than What One Is Not
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
to let her know
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Helping people cheat
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I'm no better off with a car than I am without one
She thought about giving him her heart
The boys did not know it. They were just being beautiful, and I got to watch.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
It's 5:30 am. Do you know where my sleep is?
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
I have children; therefore I am better than you

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