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She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She came through the glass door, untouched by the storm that raged outside.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
she lit her thumb on fire
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
serene. She sips her tea
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
How to work an airplane toilet door lock from the outside
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
the way she wears her weary
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
I don't like her because she won't like me
To Her Door
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 was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
her arms around me
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
The second hand is stopped just after the four, twitching periodically. Outside, a cold rain.
She thought about giving him her heart
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Doors and windows open, she screams "COME ON, MOTHERFUCKER" at the hurricane
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
She always was devious in her beauty
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
how to unlatch a door chain from outside
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
does she need to touch her own face to know?
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
Because, perhaps she was cold
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
she didn't believe in kissing outside of art
She is in the heartbeat you hear around you, listen
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
right outside the front door, where in January snowdrops will bloom
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
the reassuring solidity of the door frame against her spine
It's Cold Outside
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She flies with her own wings
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
each flake a cold kiss she brushes off
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I felt the heat and cold of the microwave chatter in the air around me
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She Will Have Her Way
The old hands you’ve baked around hers
she had already found her party
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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 gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Or he'll just kick me in the face and scream abstract noises and dance around outside in his underwear and have sex with the neighbor's dog and try to fly by jumping off the toilet
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
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
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She practices her speech
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
dirty dove's thick cloud of smoke wrapping around her face
She stood on my feet; and we danced
Outside she reads, outside she is reading the evacuation procedure, out loud
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
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
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
If you see her around.
I walk around when I'm high
Running around that thing with all the stuff everywhere
What Comes Around Goes Around
pelicans fall all around
Swirls of coffee stars
Get around
running around in circles
Hula hoops are round, they're staying round, and they'll be around forever
Turn around
Kicking around
Louse around
the double edged comfort of knowing your way around
Throw your hands (up) in the air, (and) wave them all around like you (just) don't care
Ring around the Rosie
Standing around with your teeth in your mouth
Ring Around the Roses
Wandering about with keys dangling from an oversized shoelace around your neck
Walking around the house naked
Floating around in a sea of milk clinging desperately to a Cheerio
Why people put quotes around words on signs
Feminism, as influenced by the world around me
You're never around when I need you
Passing the baby around like a peace pipe
When I look around, I see so much pain that mirrors my own
What to do with that insane amount of shaving cream you have just lying around
Around an empty grave
Getting nervous around girls
The only significant bit of nonsense I carried around in those days
You see them driving around, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes
Rings Around The World
Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate, One Second before Awakening
Reel Around The Fountain
I want to be the air around you.
He called around 5:30
If you fuck around with nature, nature will fuck around with you!
Great Days Out Around Cambridge 2001
Secret places around Georgia Tech
Sailing Alone Around the World
Clowning Around
Around nine PM my heart was breaking so I went to bed early to listen to it happen.
One sock on (or: Getting caught fooling around by the cops)
All Around the World or The Myth of Fingerprints
They are building a fence around the sidewalk
How to turn around in the street
Children are the same all around the world
Knifin' Around
Beat around the bush
Around Alone
You young people, going around smoking your heroin tablets
Walking Around
Race Around the World

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