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Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
When I woke up this morning, I thought I was a parallelogram. I still have a sneaking suspicion.
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I was going to marry Marty
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She always was devious in her beauty
she was waylaid by an octopus
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I married him because he was not mean
Because, perhaps she was cold
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
At night, she still believes in him
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Back when grunge was still cool
Besides the part where she was the only one
She knew what she was doing
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
The sexuality and marital status of Jesus
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She won't kiss him until she marries him
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
she is still a ghost
Back when our blood was still warm
For a few more precious seconds, the body I was born with was still in one piece
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
Several thousand years later and the angel was still as boring as sin
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.
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
When she was bad
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
She is and was
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was locked in time
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was free
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
Your smile was embarrassed. Your fingers were dew-covered. I am still smiling.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was too beautiful to be human
The class valedictorian was still tripping balls when he was bailed out in time to give the commencement speech at graduation
he listened so well, he was still curious.
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
If it was still then-
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
I was burned and bleeding, but the galaxy still spun on
She is still undoing me.
What the hell was she thinking?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She still has my Borges book
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I turn my back for a second, and Erica gets married twice
Marry for money
One should not marry such a maiden
I always wanted to get married one day
ex-girlfriend is my best friend and now she's getting married
(and it wasn’t in my time nor yet in your time: but a very good time it was for all that)
May I suggest not getting married in West Virginia?
Pete Jackson is Getting Married
Whom to marry or not to marry
Why do you want to get married?
Considering considering getting married
'Get married soon,' he says. 'I want an excuse. I want to know you'.
Married to Death
Married at Christmas
If a Catholic wants to marry a non-Catholic
We're getting married
Marry Me a Little
Hans Married
Why would a lapsed Catholic want to be married in the church?
If you don't play pinochle, you must have married in
Being married to your best friend
I Married a Communist
I will marry only he who defeats me in battle
I suppose I could have married a World Cup soccer player, but I didn't
Married Life
The Hare Who Got Married
If All Men Were Brothers, Would You Let One Marry Your Sister?
When I asked Anna to marry me
I married a sex goddess
Married with Children
We're Not Married
heppigirl and tWD are getting married! Wanna come?
marry me and you'll be safe
Fwd: Hey, it might interest you to know your dad got married last weekend
I remind myself I'm a married woman
I will marry only he who defeats me in battle.
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
She said
he/she
She Walks in Beauty
She stopped and took a second look
She pulled the "I love you" on me
That's all she wrote
What She Said
She sells sea shells
She approached me with some vague line
She Who Is
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
Murder She Wrote
She smiles in colors
She is why God is God.
She Moved Through The Fair
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
English As She Is Spoke
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Loves Me
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
So she wet the bed
She said yes
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
All That She Wants
She just looks at me
He says she says
That one makes me scream, she said
She flies with her own wings
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her

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