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He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I hope this won't turn into an infestation
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 the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
"I'm sure your song is beautiful," she laughed
Turn your head and cough
How to turn a tiny illustration into a poster-sized masterpiece
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
the way she wears her weary
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
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 smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She practices her speech
At night, her eyes closed, she would
How to turn a kraken house into a kraken home
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
Why would you turn on the near lights to look far away into the darkness?
things you can't turn into poetry
Someday I will turn this melody into a thought, the thought into a word and that word into an action
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
does she need to touch her own face to know?
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
she had already found her party
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
she gave her heart to a falling star
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
Foolish man. You cannot turn me into a phantom because you are frightened.
here is the mutiny I promised you and here is the party it turned into
we turn into werewolves, liquor dripping from our fangs
When did my fiance turn into my security blanket?!
Turn anything into a sound file
How the capital letters turned into the small letters
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She looks at me and she laughs
eaten, captured, turned into beasts
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?
How to turn an axolotl into a salamander
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
serene. She sips her tea
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She Will Have Her Way
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
She knows no truth except her own.
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She keeps her lies everywhere
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.
How long must I stay in my pajamas before I turn into Howard Hughes?
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Turning a call option into a put option (and vice versa)
My Little Pony turns nice girls into porn stars
Yesterday's troubles had not yet turned into today's worries
The smoke turned into rain
She walked into the room
Turn the funk into function and leave the junk at the junction
As she walked into the sea she complained, "I'm drowning."
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Walking by houses that briefly turn into homes
don't walk into the sunshine OH NO fall over turn off.
How to turn your boring job into a promising career
Like white light? Or a long low moan that turns into laughing? Or the holes in Jesus' hands?
How to turn a CD-ROM drive into a CD player
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
She thought about giving him her heart
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
No, you idiot, lap dancing does not turn people into rapists
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
some great machines turn beauty into garbage
my piss turned into molten hot, chunky oatmeal
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
If only I could get into her head
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
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.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She always was devious in her beauty
The portion of her face she allows me to see
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into 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 Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I don't like her because she won't like me
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
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
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
I walked for a thousand miles to hear her laugh, then serenaded her in a field of fireflies.
She flies with her own wings
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She asked me to read her a poem
She always confused her greys with white.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Let's just turn our children into burbling idiots
Her raised middle finger came into focus
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Run and turn into butter
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Watermelon hookah
How to turn any number into a 9
An E2 Seattle debauch aftermath node
Turning a dorm room into a room
Turn a simple LED into a beautiful bass light show
Warning: Will ferment and turn into wine
how to turn a dorm room into a swimming pool
How to turn a crack house into a crack home
How to turn your Hyundai Excel into a race car
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
cough up a lung
hers
her
I do not see her
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
to let her know
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
Stand in the doorway and watch her
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

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