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He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Once upon a time there was an ocean but now there is a mountain range.
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
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.
Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
There was silence in my heart, but you found a way to break it.
There was a lot of blood, but the boys needed it
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She might not need me. But then again she might.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
The light is red, but there is a green arrow
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
the desert was once alive, but I don't remember it
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
There is no god but God
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
but the fruitsellers are there every day
there are no rules, but there is a lot to learn
But she heard it
Think there's too much violence in society today? Maybe, but consider this:
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was too beautiful to be human
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
I am in love with so much more than your body heat, but let's start there
I don't think I realized what I had gotten myself into, but it seemed like the potential for fun and insanity were there in equal parts
She Spoke in Nothing But Lies
but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
They try to be quiet but you know they are there with their weird coppery breath.
Eyes are the windows to the soul, but there are some windows that should never be opened
It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
there are people who are gone but wanted me to be happy
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
There are many like it, but this one is mine
there are many voids but this one is mine
Men may cry "Peace! Peace!" but there is no peace
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
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.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
I know there are other fish in the sea but I don't want them
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
Because, perhaps she was cold
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
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 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
There is no dream but this.
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
It was hormones, it was hormones, but it was valid
There is infinite hope, but not for us
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
I know you're up there. I am but a discontented symbol birthed from the blood of your terrible pen.
You don't see the light at the end of the tunnel now, but it's there. I'm holding it for you.
Noding for Numbers sure was silly, but it sure is better than Dada Fascism
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
The Box Said 'Do NOT Open" But The Seal Was Already Broken
She just sat there
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
There Is No Such Thing As Light/There Is No Such Thing As Darkness/This Shadow Is An Illusion/But Illusions Are Still Real/And I Still Must Step Out Of It
I was shaking, but not from the cold
but mr can you maybe listen there's
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 the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Why is there always money for war, but not for education?
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
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.
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
They wrote it all in perl but it was mostly system calls
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
If there is a heaven, she is there.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She is and was
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was free
She was so tall, and I was so in love
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
strange and too short but I was lonely
I bought an orange, but it was a grapefruit
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for
Due to the Incompetence of our novice author, our heroine, cahla, finds herself in the wilds of Djibouti; there is no denouement in sight, but the moonlight is pretty.
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
I was burned and bleeding, but the galaxy still spun on
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
There are women and tender children where those shells fall, but war is war.
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
There is poetry in my soul, but I keep it on a short leash
For every rich man who tries to leave this world for a better one with his fancy tomb surrounded by mourners, there are many more who perish alone in the cold, forgotten by all but God.
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
This is just an ordinary well. You think there is more to it, but it is just an ordinary well
He was born with the gift of logic but the inability to use it
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Yet is there hope, then Love but play thy part
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
But there are NUNS watching us!
Some things are definite. We will all die, but there is rain.
The virgin was looking apprehensive about the whole ordeal, but for the right amount of cash anyone will take on a horse
I was in heaven, I was in hell. Believed in niether but feared them as well.
With you there is nothing involved but everything
but fuck, it was Sunday and the church bells hadn't even called the faithful
I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
There's someone in my head but it's not me
There were a few moments you will not hear about, but they happened
/but what was the question?
in this world there are no equals but some day you will surpass me
When you get to the top, I know what it'll seem like. But there IS someone there. There IS someone there.
i thought i was special, but it was you
we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
Now there's revolution but they don't know what they're fighting
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
but are there horses?
It was a dream. But it wasn't a dream.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was steady
She was locked in time
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
you can give up, but there will always be those who do not
There but for the grace of God go I
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
What the hell was she thinking?
When she was bad
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how

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