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Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
bone in her teeth
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Picked his bones in whispers
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
The internet may end humanity
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She knows no truth except her own.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
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 don't like her because she won't like me
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
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 disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
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 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.
She asked me to read her a poem
She keeps her lies everywhere
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She Will Have Her Way
to that end they offer you their bare bellies. pick up the knife.
Dig up her bones
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She thought about giving him her heart
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
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 ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I will go. I shall go. I'll see where the end may be.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She always was devious in her beauty
At night, her eyes closed, she would
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
in her bones
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.
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.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
the way she wears her weary
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but the tongue will crush you
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She always confused her greys with white.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
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 said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can make me think I deserved it.
She makes my teeth naked
she may hold life
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
Bone Thugs n Harmony
Marching on a road of bones
Bone Machine
irregular bone
sesamoid bone
sutural bone
spongy bone
bones (user)
Ode to Bones
Ruell bone
Bone of contention
Mother Love Bone
brittle bones
Dem Bones Gonna Rise Again
black cat bone
Bone Yard
allogeneic bone marrow transplant
Them Bones
My complaint about Dem Bones
bone (user)
Fresh Bones
Make no bones about it
Pisiform bone
But where the bones had landed, things began to grow
For a boat of white bone, and we three
Resemblance in the bone
knocking bones
Lazy Bones (user)
From Bone to Satellite
The Secret of Bone Hill
bones file
This song is meant to be played so loudly it liquefies your thoughts as you drive at night through abandoned neon dinosaur bones
coffin bone
your teeth just won't stop chewing at my heart
The White Bone
Monkey Bone
Token Bones
Little Bones
Bizzy Bone
The Amazing Bone
moving bone
Stationary bone
Temporal bone
Innominate bone
Mr. Grieves' Bone Machine
Bone Dance
Richard Bone
Bones Brigade
Roll the Bones
hyoid bone
Bones do not burn well
You're so boned
The alien zombies are coming. I can feel it in my bones.
sit bones

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