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She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
the way she wears her weary
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She Will Have Her Way
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Her way to the top
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
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
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
serene. She sips her tea
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
she lit her thumb on fire
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She's beautiful in ways that make her seem fleeting
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
November on her way to winter
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
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 gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She asked me to read her a poem
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She always confused her greys with white.
She Looked Slutty. I Don't Mean That in a Bad Way.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Each month I love in her own way
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She thought about giving him her heart
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I don't like her because she won't like me
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she had already found her party
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She flies with her own wings
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She practices her speech
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She knows no truth except her own.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
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
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She wasn't connected to the earth the way the rest of us are
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She works in mysterious ways
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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.
excited
Just a NoCal noder party - nothing to get excited about, unless you count the fire
Excited delirium
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Rosy Palm and her five daughters
hers
Her braid; I obeyed
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
I never saw her again
a total loss of control over her life
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
Her Royal Highness
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
Her Handwriting
Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
Take Her in Your Arms
Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
Ribbed for her pleasure
Her back
Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
Written in her French Psalter
Things you can tell just by looking at her
Take Her up to Monto
The Author to Her Book
My love in her attire doth show her wit
Calling her number and having a male voice answer
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Her name was Natalie
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
Pig on her back
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
To Her Door
I was sure it was her
to let her know
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
Stand in the doorway and watch her
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
Since I left her
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
A Jury of Her Peers
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
A New Student and Her Father
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
her eyes
watching her dance
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
Herr Bob (user)
dance with her
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
I never called her momma
Bathe her and bring her to me
I still find strands of her hair in bed
Her knees
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
her kitty cat (user)
Six Ways to Sunday
To Her Face
To Her Body
To Her Mind
To hear her sing
The movie in her mind
after her, I took my coffee black
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
Let Her Go Down
Victoria Wood
My mother wants her mother to die

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