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The flowers smiled, but she was gone
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She knew what she was doing
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was locked in time
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was too beautiful to be human
She is and was
She was coming out as he was going in.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
What the hell was she thinking?
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she 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.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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 buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was free
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
she was waylaid by an octopus
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Besides the part where she was the only one
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She Was 18, It Was Summer
When she was bad
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was never mine. I always shared her.
she
She said
he/she
She Walks in Beauty
She stopped and took a second look
That's all she wrote
What She Said
She sells sea shells
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
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She Hangs Brightly
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
She arose and said matter-of-factly
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She misses me
So then she said
(s)he
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
I knew she wasn't faking
So happy she drools
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
God is a she
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
How clear she shines
She thought about giving him her heart
She just sat there
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
Jennifer, is she your friend?
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The vacuum she left
She Loves You
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.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
How she saw the moon
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She Smells of Lilacs
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
She told me to say that
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She still has my Borges book
He and She
He and she are one
she is not a servant to scattered branches
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
She Sells Sanctuary
She makes my teeth naked
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
She Sleeps
She is Overheard Singing
Why she stopped crying
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She remembers the stars
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Two condoms, she makes me wear
This is why she stays
She hates my futon
She Takes Flight
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She sits where she pleases
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
She didn't believe in transcendence
She is the ocean.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
All She Wanted
She loved me for my maths
She is the branches, you are the trunk
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
She Who Holds the Sky
She stood on my feet; and we danced
I would have liked thunder when she left
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
The hardest breath she has
She only wants me for sex
steady as she goes
How's she cutting?
She Howls (user)
serene. She sips her tea

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