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Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
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
I can't stand up for falling down
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I don't like her because she won't like me
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
I would have liked thunder when she left
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I would like for you to make your arms for me the way you make your bed for you
Sit Down. Stand Up.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
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.
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
Like kicking dead whales down the beach
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
Sheila dashes madly into traffic as Euros flutter down around us like injured butterflies
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Let Her Go Down
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
The Downs and Ups of IFR Training
My cup of coffee is cooling down while my soul is warming up
The colors flow through her like a rainbow
Together we kept bobbing up and down and no one came to save us.
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
She Will Have Her Way
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
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 lit her thumb on fire
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
It clings to her like dedication in the rain
Walking down the street at night, buzzing like a transformer
Looking Up & Down
Up, down, flying around... (e2poll)
Rising Up and Rising Down
I felt a need for some excitement tonight, so I drove up and down random streets yelling "I am one with the flying cows!" at regular intervals
If they're going up to the sun, the stars and the moon, why don't they bring the moon down for us?
serene. She sips her tea
I would beg to see your arms raised in calcification towards the expanding horizon
Take Her in Your Arms
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Take Her up to Monto
The nail that sticks up gets hammered down
the way she wears her weary
She always was devious in her beauty
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
she had already found her party
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
her arms around me
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
What would you give your left arm for?
I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
Up the Down Staircase
I get knocked down, but I get up again
Get Up, Jack! John, Sit Down!
Why I like my old car that always breaks down
Heads Down, Thumbs Up
down under stars coming up, we are home again
Stand Down (user)
Gave up poetry and went down 't mine.
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
Shuddering like ice has been dumped down your pants
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
Fall Down Seven Times Get Up Eight
Stand in the doorway and watch her
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She thought about giving him her heart
It is not known why a goose would be used in this manner
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Devil up her sleeve
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Ruth holding up time with her beauty
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
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
wake up and find her still there
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
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 practices her speech
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Declaration of the Causes and Necessity of Taking Up Arms
Sit Down, Shut up & Hang On!
The mites go up and the tights come down
Cruising down Otay, jacked up on Benadryl
Why mirrors reverse left and right, but not up and down
Smack it up, flip it, rub it down
Up and down the river
Rolling Up, Rolling Down
Terminating a pregnancy due to Down Syndrome
I pick up countries and scatter them down
Can't speed up, can't slow down - all we can do is follow these damn dogs
Let's tear down build up smashing a new world
Thumbs Up going down
Waiting for sunset, blonde dripping down my arm
Down like a prom queen
He throws his heart down like a gauntlet
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
I'm up, he sees me, I'm down
Now coming down, out of this swandive, into your arms
Mutant Marsupials Take Up Arms Against Australian Air Force
putting down her palette and brushes
Carl Sagan threw down the gauntlet and Tyson picked it up and put it on.
I went up a different person, came down somebody else
Is Pandeism "sexed up" and "watered down"?
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
Brought down as White, kept down as Black, brought up as None, left with me
Like When a Pill Goes Down Wrong
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
The princess who climbed up a tree and came down a Queen
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
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
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
You brought your ashes up to the mountain of solitude. Are you ready to bring your fire down to the valley of the people?
knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
Dig up her bones
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
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.
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
Her smile could light up a three-story building
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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
How you gonna keep her down on the farm
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
Even the moon likes to change her colors
Waiting for sunset, blood dripping down my arm
Trace a map along her arm

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