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I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
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.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
serene. She sips her tea
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Her raised middle finger came into focus
If you loved her, you'd be home by now
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
When Chris Came Home
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
Three Came Home
She thought about giving him her heart
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She Came and Went
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
It was late when he came home; it woke you up
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
the way she wears her weary
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She knows no truth except her own.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
she gave her heart to a falling star
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 would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She came through the glass door, untouched by the storm that raged outside.
She took a California tilt and never came back.
Her body's instrument: her spine the strings
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Your body is not your home, anymore
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
To Her Body
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
does she need to touch her own face to know?
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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 most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
she lit her thumb on fire
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She asked me to read her a poem
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Her body my platter, my secret her joy
She brought them home to meet the dog
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
Body of Evidence
body temperature
body bag
My body falling into stars
Grow right out of your own body
Body language
body image
body piercing
Body Blow
Hardware, Software, Body, Soul
Body Temperature Flux
student body
Measurements based on the human body
body count
body painting
body check
body politic
warm bodies
i like my body when it is with your
Reebok Body Trec
as she suddenly realizes that the Heart that she has been praying to did not send somebody... but is, instead, here.
Body pleasure and the origins of violence
body pleasure and the origins of violence, part 2
body pleasure and the origins of violence, part 3
Before we dump the bodies, you guys wanna go to Hooters?
Body Blows
Body Blows Galactic
Body Blows 2
The Light of the Body
My body is a toaster when it comes to sleep
Your sun sign and parts of the body
Unity in the Body of Christ
Before I was consciously thinking of him, my body was
My body is still trying to explain it to my brain
I love my body
Making your body race so your mind won't be able to
On The Electrodynamics Of Moving Bodies
Body And Soul
body glitter
Free body diagram
Out of body experience
Body Snatcher
body hunger
One day I will step out of my body and burst into bloom
total body replacement
Two body problem
Body image and love
blackbody radiation
The Despisers of the Body
Barr body
How many different species live on or in the average human body?
I fixed my body image issues by looking at people as if they were dogs
body fat
Declaration of the freedom of the will over the body
The Dead Body of Aaos
The boy with just a head and a burlap sack for a body

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