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She grew a little older, while he was telling her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
she lit her thumb on fire
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She always was devious in her beauty
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She Will Have Her Way
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She practices her speech
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
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
We light candles on the day she died
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She always confused her greys with white.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She flies with her own wings
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
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 wears her failed relationships like a shield
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
serene. She sips her tea
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
she had already found her party
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
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
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
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 willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She knows no truth except her own.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She asked me to read her a poem
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 if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
she gave her heart to a falling star
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She thought about giving him her heart
cities full of ravens, silent concrete echoing back while she sings
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I don't like her because she won't like me
candle
Roman candle
Super Candles
hold a candle
Candle Wax
The Crimson Candle
What does a candle's flame look like when it burns in space?
Color symbolism for candles
candles in glasses
candle making and ice
Candles are like souls
tapered candles
braided candles
Twisted Candles
Bayberry Wax Candles
Candle (user)
ear candle
It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness
The training exercise with the candle
edible candle
unity candle
Candle Fish
candle smoke and christmas spice leapt up their noses like cardamom cats
oxygen candle
Candles should be burned, not dusted
Candle in the Wind 1997
Corpse candle
Candle power
Foot candle
Candle foot
Candle meter
room with a candle
There's husbandry in heaven; their candles are all out.
Candle salad
the game's not worth the candle
That's a valid point, but right now we're focusing on...
focusing screen
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
The Bitch and Her Whelps
The Lark Burying Her Father
The Woman and Her Hen
The Lark and Her Young Ones
I don't think of her
I can see her face
her lips on mine
I never saw her again
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Her name was Natalie
while a waitress pours coffee
Pig on her back
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
To Her Door
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
Since I left her
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
A Jury of Her Peers
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
A New Student and Her Father
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock

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