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Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
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 disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
she had already found her party
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She Will Have Her Way
serene. She sips her tea
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
i clung to her cloak. (or flew)
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
People will steal anything
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
she had mood ring eyes
I've had better hugs from wind gusts and dead people
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She practices her speech
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
After today, for two people, the world will never be the same
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
The People's Will
impossible now to discern which had cleaved a heart from the errant which had missed the mark.
She thought about giving him her heart
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
So she could feel as if she had danced
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Sometimes people will tell you that there are no options and they will be wrong.
Three people who are spies and a horse who will also be a spy
You have had sex with all the people your partner has had sex with
This is the kind of English up with which I will not put
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
people who were not to be trifled with; people who would dance, and had no notion of walking
They had left, but her mascara kept running
I don't hate people. Honestly. But the best conversation I've ever had still wasn't as good as the worst catnap I've ever had.
The woman had a carnivorous frenzy which could only be soothed by the succulent sirloin
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still 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.
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
I don't like her because she won't like me
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
does she need to touch her own face to know?
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
People who don't smoke will never die
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
The people we have met in the last 5 years, & will we remember them in 10 more
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
If you work in customer service, you will eventually deal with stupid people
You people will trash anything.
there are people in the world who love you, and they will see that this suffering will not have happened in vain
what desire will make foolish people do
Tell people they're beautiful and they will change the world
Tell people they're beautiful and you will change the world
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
You never know which experiences will last longest in memory
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She asked me to read her a poem
She had never kissed someone so old.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
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
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She Had to Be Sure
You've Always Had a Hidden Agenda, but people were busy with other things
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
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
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
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 sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
A hollow longing in her that will last
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
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
I will kiss her blemish
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
the way she wears her weary
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
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
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she lit her thumb on fire
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
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 so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She had fingernails that shined like justice
She keeps her lies everywhere
She always confused her greys with white.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she gave her heart to a falling star
She knows no truth except her own.
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
Canon CAT
you had to be there
A conversation I had with myself once
Why the record album HAD to give way to the compact disc
Had Gadya
I Had a Little Nut Tree
You should have killed me when you had the chance
Miss Lucy Had a Baby
The Scots Confession: Chapter 7
I wish I had something worth hiding
a leg had bared itself
A preview of a movie you had already seen
Don Quixote had his windmills, I have my helicopters

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