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while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She flies with her own wings
Sleep to Dream Her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress, never graduating up in size to add a lover.
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
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
serene. She sips her tea
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She always was devious in her beauty
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she lit her thumb on fire
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.
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
We light candles on the day she died
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
my baby sleeps on her head
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
When she died
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 asked me to read her a poem
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
The child, she cannot sleep
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
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.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
does she need to touch her own face to know?
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I don't like her because she won't like me
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She practices her speech
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I told her I couldn't sleep
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she gave her heart to a falling star
She Sleeps
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
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
dy/dx
Peter died clean
Thai Dyed Suicide
The Day that ______ Died
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
The day Hal died
The day the FIAT died
Tie dyed sunshine toilet
The Night the Reindeer Died
Dy
The Night Pat Murphy Died
The Field Where I Died
Divorced beheaded died, divorced beheaded survived
Epitaph, upon a Child that died
Famous people who died from smoking related illnesses
Substitutes for Love III
DYY
Convincing your girlfriend that you died so she'll learn to appreciate you
No one has died
My mother just died
SPI Died For Your Sins
The day I died
Seven mice, forced to listen to music by The Prodigy, died
One of my IRC friends died and I don't know how to feel
The operation succeeded but the patient died
dyed in the wool
How to comfort someone whose parent has died
A man has died
Many Bothans died to bring us this information
Oh yeah, and my dad died.
Sleep is too valuable a thing to let go of so easily
He Never Died
My Thoughts Died Today
Many have died; you also will die.
Am I dying? Have I died?
My dad died
George Floyd Died for Our Sin
Jesus died cursing
The Night the Music Died
Everything Died on the Vine That Summer
It Was a Beautiful Day When Aunt Norma Died
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Rosy Palm and her five daughters
hers
her
The Ground Beneath Her Feet
Do Her
Herr
Her braid; I obeyed
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
Making her presence known (Part 3)
What do I call her?
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

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