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she left her handwriting all over the calendar
All that’s left of her is black print
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
All he left her was alone
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
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.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
He scribbled with black crayon all over my fairy tale books
all she ever wanted
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Since I left her
They think it's all over
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
An Account of the Bash at Bier Baron in Celebration of CassParadox's Upcoming Migration to the West Coast, Wherein We Were Loved by All, and Even the Manager Sent Over Free Cream Puffs
The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
did you add up all the cards left to play
Russian guy who comes over and eats all your food
she lit her thumb on fire
All That She Wants
All Over but the Shoutin'
She practices her speech
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She knows no truth except her own.
she gave her heart to a falling star
Why can't I get over her
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She is all I am listening to here
she seems bored with me after all this time
I could tell by all of her dead house plants
Russian guy who comes over and slaps all your hos
Looking all over Hell's half acre
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
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.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
All of her seconds were unencumbered
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
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 the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She keeps her lies everywhere
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She Will Have Her Way
How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
Déjà Vu All Over Again: Unoriginality in Hollywood
Conservative Republican Guy Who Comes Over and Eats All Your Food
You let the walking wounded through the door and it's all over
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
life is short, life is shit, and soon it will all be over
"The Americans in their wisdom have taken the heads off the pictures, enlarged them and superimposed them with the heads of animals and then strung them up all over the walls of the interrogation room," he said
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
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
All Over the Guy
a total loss of control over her life
All I have left to lose
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Gravy All Over
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She always was devious in her beauty
The portion of her face she allows me to see
serene. She sips her tea
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
she reads all day
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
she had already found her party
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
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?
the way she wears her weary
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Small bits of glitter accidentally left on her eyelashes
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
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 is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She asked me to read her a poem
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She always confused her greys with white.
They had left, but her mascara kept running
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
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
He scribbled with black crayon all over my fairy tale books.
When the fall is all that's left it matters a great deal
Every time I see a dead fish that isn't, I think of you. Happiness keeps washing over me like a wave. What do I do with it all?
all of them just coming over here and so on
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
lest she lose all else
Monster Truck Rally Announcer guy who comes over and eats all your food
All over the place
All She Wanted
All over
confusion in her eyes that says it all
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
Walk all over
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
People Are Alike All Over
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
All that is left is an unhappy ending
All blues hail Mary with her roses...but you're their masterpiece
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Her Handwriting
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I don't like her because she won't like me
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She thought about giving him her heart
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I ran over an old woman with her own car
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She threw out all my letters
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
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 was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
We hid all day until the hunting spiders left
All her stiletto syllables
It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
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
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
does she need to touch her own face to know?
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 who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
There is nothing left for me there, except for all that I left behind

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