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I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
and I haven't seen her since.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
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 is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
People you haven't seen in years
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
wake up and find her still there
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I don't like her because she won't like me
when still her eyes held water
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I still haven't found what I'm looking for
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
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
If you haven't seen it, it's new to you
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She knows no truth except her own.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She always confused her greys with white.
she is still a ghost
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
haven't seen that smile in such a long time
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She asked me to read her a poem
she lit her thumb on fire
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
At night, she still believes in him
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
I had seen the whole thing coming like a ghost train. Here I am on the tracks, still bleeding, taking phone numbers, haunted.
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
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
The last foreign owned convenience store and other things that are still beautiful
She flies with her own wings
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Don't tell her she's beautiful
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
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
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Haven't Seen Barbados
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I still love her (user)
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.
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
she had already found her party
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
I still find her feathers
the way she wears her weary
She is not beautiful
She is still undoing me.
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
why are you still carrying her?
she gave her heart to a falling star
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
I think I was watching the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
I still haven't tried the roulette
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
You haven't seen it and you don't understand. I have malice. I have cruelty. The little fire that's always been inside me isn't so little anymore.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I still find strands of her hair in bed
She thought about giving him her heart
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
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
She's beautiful in ways that make her seem fleeting
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
serene. She sips her tea
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She always was devious in her beauty
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
"I'm sure your song is beautiful," she laughed
She Will Have Her Way
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
"My God," she said, "I'm beautiful."
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 practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
It's been an hour. I still love her.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She still has my Borges book
Each month I love in her own way
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
Her still wet hair
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She keeps her lies everywhere
She was too beautiful to be human
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
The Beautiful South
The weather is here, wish you were beautiful
The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter
tragedy is beautiful
Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?
Beautiful things that have made you cry
Achingly beautiful
Internal engine parts are beautiful
beautiful moth (user)
a beautiful girl
caught up in the clouds, soaked with beautiful tears
This is not my beautiful wife!
A Beautiful Mind
really beautiful code
Hidden in a violently beautiful, whispered thought
Sometimes, when no one is looking, I am beautiful
Beautiful Thing
My Journey to Work is Beautiful
I hope there is someone in your life to tell you how beautiful you are
All Things Bright and Beautiful
And Still, My Breath Catches
The Beautiful Cassandra
Welcome to the Beautiful South
If I was beautiful like you
Dear beautiful like an orange blossom: What is the nice surprise?
Beautiful City
The Pilgrim's Progress: Part I: The Palace Beautiful
Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days.
death is beautiful
Keep young and beautiful
Beautiful night on a sandy clearcut
Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
If I was beautiful, I'd know it
Because I've never been able to make anything beautiful
beautiful breaking
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads
Simply Beautiful
Soon, looking effortlessly beautiful
The skyline was beautiful on fire
Beautiful Torquay

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