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She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
the way she wears her weary
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She always confused her greys with white.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Her smile, thinking about you
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
serene. She sips her tea
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.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
she had already found her party
Her smile could light up a three-story building
She knows no truth except her own.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Armed with a razor smile, to cut and chew the bone
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she lit her thumb on fire
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
her lips on mine
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She Will Have Her Way
Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
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 is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
The tears of the earth keep her smile in blooms
She asked me to read her a poem
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she gave her heart to a falling star
she turns and smiles, then walks away
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
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She thought about giving him her heart
the sky opened above her
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
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
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 most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Her smile
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
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?
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She always was devious in her beauty
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Her disconjugate smile
She practices her speech
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.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She keeps her lies everywhere
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She smiles in colors
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
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 flies with her own wings
A soft wonder bites her lips
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
God is a pretty girl across the bar who smiles and waves in your direction; and you think she is waving at you
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
gentle
Star Gentle Uterus
Be gentle with me
At least he was gentle
Mary Gentle
The Gentle Waves
gentle reader
Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee
Gentle Lying
A Gentle Path Through the Twelve Steps
The mouth in gentle mockery of itself
We had every gentle sound
Gentle Advice From A (Former) Lawyer
Gentle Healer
dreaming of gentle dragons and cotton candy
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
If You Followed Her Gaze
putting on her makeup
I daydream of her
His 'N' Hers
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
The Old Woman And Her Pig
Her Majesty
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
her arms around me
A woman and her Cock
Lady Daibu And Her Lover
Meant For Her
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
the small of her back
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
I think I've forgiven her
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
Making her presence known
Making her presence known (part 2)
Making her presence known (Part 3)
What do I call her?
Calling her number and having a male voice answer
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
I don't want to see her
The woman with her legs apart
right under her surface
using a circle to dot her "i"s
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
smile at the Sun, the Moon, and the trees
my baby sleeps on her head

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