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At night, her eyes closed, she would
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
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 lit her thumb on fire
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
she had already found her party
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She asked me to read her a poem
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
I would have liked thunder when she left
She could be a businesswoman
If there were more people like you, there would be less people
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
It must be morning when she dreams.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
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 always was devious in her beauty
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
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
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She Will Have Her Way
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She knows no truth except her own.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
It would be a less interesting world if we all walked and skipped alike, and never fell from bicycles.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She Had to Be Sure
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
She tells me she drives a truck.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She thought about giving him her heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
I don't like her because she won't like me
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
does she need to touch her own face to know?
serene. She sips her tea
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?
the way she wears her weary
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
She must be what cocaine is like
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
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 practices her speech
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
she can't remember what it's like to be found
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She keeps her lies everywhere
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She always confused her greys with white.
The day she lost the light
She was too beautiful to be human
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
Why don't you just rip my heart out, it would be quicker and less painful
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
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.
What tasty food would be distusting if eaten over rice?
You mean the me that you would be
Mandy would be happy if i died
Statements that would be shocking to people living in 1995
If I were Twenty-One I would determine, even if I could never be anything else in the world, that I would be a thoroughbred
But what kind of violence would not be natural? Is not cruelty natural?
Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
I never thought it would be like this
Friend, you have a lot to learn if you think loving me would be a bad idea.
It was something that sand out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
if everyone were 10% more good, there would be a 90% reduction in evil
They knew what our pain would be.
That Would Be Enough
Lost in Boston?
How Would Jesus Drive?
too much anthropomorphizing can be dangerous
I'd rather be lost than be where you call home
now, when it's nearly impossible to get lost and twice as impossible not to be found
I have what I believe to be a photo of Olympia Dukakis in her underwear in 1977
The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
The easier option would just be to electroplate the chicken.
Would you be more of a Jekyll or a Hyde?
If I were Twenty-One I would be happy
it wouldn't be so bad if people like you would have become ghosts too
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
The Ten Commandments revised
if I could play god there'd be one less child abuser
Imagine how the world would be if only wrecking balls could destroy flowers
This walk in the woods might be as dangerous as unprotected sex
What would Jesus drive?
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
If voting changed anything, they would make it illegal
If not voting could change the system it would be illegal
We Thought You Would Be Prettier
The best kind of bartender
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
If you would be seated
Sushi would be what sophisticated human aliens would eat.
Would I have hid myself away if I had known I'd never be found?
If you would be so kind
If only our tongues were made of glass, how much more careful we would be when we speak.

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