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Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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 Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She thought about giving him her heart
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
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 said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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 wears her failed relationships like a shield
She was never mine. I always shared her.
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
serene. She sips her tea
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
she lit her thumb on fire
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
The day she lost the light
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She asked me to read her a poem
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She was too beautiful to be human
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
she had already found her party
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She always confused her greys with white.
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She tastes like gingerbread, too.
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
All he left her was alone
Lost, alone, and sitting in a box
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was devious in her beauty
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
When the Detail Lost its Freedom
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
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.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She practices her speech
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She knows no truth except her own.
It's okay. I thought I knew her too.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
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.
she gave her heart to a falling star
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
sandstorm firestorm windstorm she stands alone
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She Will Have Her Way
Lost Freedom
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
Do you understand what you are, sir, in love? You've been lost at sea, and picked up by a lone stranger on an anchored and recently near-abandoned ghost ship.
I was alone for too long
cold and alone
Alive Alone
Seeing movies alone
Good reasons to leave my computer-centred world alone
On the Beach at Night Alone
It's better to be alone than to wish you were
Explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog. You understand it better but the frog dies in the process.
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dying alone on the battlefield
All Alone in the Night
I Sleep Alone
Drinking Alone in the Moonlight
On the topic of being alone
I don't want to be alone
Here All Alone in Silence
Enola/Alone
eating out alone (as a composition)
The Eagle Sits Alone
On spending Thanksgiving alone
Why am I dancing alone?
Jane, the Stand Alone Bitch
Mr. Clean will clean up everything you hold dear, leaving you crying, sanitized and utterly alone
Difference between alone and lonely
I come to the garden... but not alone
He makes me feel alone just by being there
The Corpus Hermeticum: Book Six: In God Alone Is Good And Elsewhere Nowhere
When you ride alone you ride with Hitler!
Alone, Like a Window Washer at the 50th Story
Alone in this hotel room, thinking of you
Alone amongst a head full of voices
Alone Again Or
I hope that for a few moments he felt a little less alone
Canoeing alone
Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
Jacob: Alone
When you are alone you are the cat you are the phone you are an animal
What do I do when I'm alone?
Around Alone
3:24 AM and drinking alone
Alone with friends
When I awoke, I was alone, and screaming
You're never alone
Fundamentally alone
New Year's Eve, spent alone in a small, grey apartment, with no one to kiss at midnight
Euclid Alone Has Looked On Beauty Bare
The Myth: Poverty is a major cause of Crime
Demons Dance Alone
Upon listening to Miles Davis for the first time
Stand Alone Complex
How to Be Alone
The Spine Surfs Alone
God Is Alone
On drinking alone
The Cheese Stands Alone

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