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She flies with her own wings
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She knows no truth except her own.
I do not ask for her secret.
On her own
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Left to His Own Devices
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
They had left, but her mascara kept running
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
How do I submit a writeup of my own?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
All he left her was alone
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
Do Her
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
All that’s left of her is black print
The portion of her face she allows me to see
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have liked thunder when she left
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
She left without saying goodbye
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
Why do drivers in Britain drive on the left?
As long as there are girls left do dance with this world is worth saving
Since I left her
She thought about giving him her heart
do not look upon her; you shall be blinded
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
I ran over an old woman with her own car
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
she had already found her party
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
the way she wears her weary
She always was devious in her beauty
She practices her speech
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
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 inside the music, with her eyes closed
Archived: How do I submit a writeup of my own? (document)
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
a shade of her own features
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
Each month I love in her own way
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She left these broken things
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
The vacuum she left
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
Another bed she does not own
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
A queen in her own sense
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Do You Believe In True Love, She Asks
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
The Soul selects her own Society
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
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.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
I do not see her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I don't like her because she won't like me
Stuff to Do with Your Own Blood 101
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
A Leela of Her Own
She Will Have Her Way
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
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 didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Small bits of glitter accidentally left on her eyelashes
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
serene. She sips her tea
What do I call her?
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
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 heart's too real to not have its own beat
She keeps her lies everywhere
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
She asked me to read her a poem
How do you articulate the in between stages where you feel you're left hanging?
Do I have to watch my step at every turn?
Trip Like I Do
Do aliens exist?
Why women wear makeup and perfume
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Spirituality has nothing to do with religion
comma comma down doobie do down down
What to do if you get in a car accident
Do you know William Faulkner?
Do a crouch
61 things to do with an AOL CD
Sim sala bim bamba sala do sala dim
What You do While I Slumber
Chung Do Kwan
Damned if you do, damned if you don't
do not disturb
Don't do anything I wouldn't do
and if you do, take pictures

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