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You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She knows no truth except her own.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Her hand on my heart
She put the "romance" in "necromancer"
The Man Felt an Iron Hand Grasp Him by the Hair, at the Nape. Not One Hand, a Hundred Hands Seized Him, Each by the Hair, and Tore Him Head to Foot, the Way You Tear Up a Sheet of Paper, Into Hundreds of Little Pieces
she had already found her party
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
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, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Only her hands would give her away
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for 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
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
Put Ten Grand In The Hand
She asked me to read her a poem
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
How you gonna keep her down on the farm
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Carl Sagan threw down the gauntlet and Tyson picked it up and put it on.
She always confused her greys with white.
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Hands Down
Hand, foot and mouth disease
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
two handed put
Hand and Foot
putting down her palette and brushes
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Put your hand on my heart and feel it
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
She thought about giving him her heart
Don't give me your hand me down love
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
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
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She Will Have Her Way
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she gave her heart to a falling star
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
put down
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
hand me downs
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I want to put my hands there too
Put Your Hand Here
Learning to put down the fork
He put a hand on each of our shoulders; it's a wonder he wasn't electrocuted.
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
The first beat down handed out in the Senate
put your hand over the side of the boat
My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
I don't like her because she won't like me
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
The hand you hold is the hand that holds you down
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
The old hands you’ve baked around hers
Foot in mouth brought down the Berlin Wall
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.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
serene. She sips her tea
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
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
She always was devious in her beauty
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
the way she wears her weary
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
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 so quiet that nobody heard her
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
She practices her speech
Put your head down and your ass in the air
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Reaching a point where you wonder if it's time to put down the bottle
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Let Her Go Down
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
down quark
comma comma down doobie do down down
Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start
Batten down the hatches!
kick down
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Down To This
On the down low
Flag down
Down East Delight
Down Under
Rolling Down to Old Maui
Turning text upside down
Down and Out in Paris and London
3 Doors Down
come down
You're laughing now, but I'm voting this sucka down
London Bridge is Falling Down
dress down
Trickle-down economics
Windows is now shutting down
Looking Up & Down
Shuddering like ice has been dumped down your pants
I can't stand up for falling down
Plan for bringing down corporate fast food chains
Why I like my old car that always breaks down
Gravity really gets me down
down in the quarry there is no noise
The Devil Went Down to Cambridge
Why mirrors reverse left and right, but not up and down
Burning Down

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