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You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
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
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.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
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
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Things you can tell just by looking at her
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
she had already found her party
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
the way she wears her weary
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She knows no truth except her own.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She thought about giving him her heart
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
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
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She is glowing on fire. can she see that?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Can You Forgive Her?
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
I can see her face
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
she gave her heart to a falling star
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She keeps her lies everywhere
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She flies with her own wings
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
serene. She sips her tea
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
She practices her speech
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
she lit her thumb on fire
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Ducks can swim. What about her pearls?
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 the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
She asked me to read her a poem
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
You mean she can
She always confused her greys with white.
She Will Have Her Way
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
it can be easy to confuse pain and weakness
I cannot find the right words to tell her this
He Said, She Said
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Now he dances to bring her back.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
try to memorize this moment so that years from now I can tell the story of it
I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
God can create a stone so heavy even he can't lift it
He says she says
even if you are in prison, you can hear it. even if you are in hell, you can hear the voice. even if you are at a distant star, you can hear the voice of the buddha.
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
Feel her pain
making certain he was touching her
Tell Laura I love her
he has her eyes
Give Her To The Monsters
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
He gave her a daisy
he/she
sometimes things that look scary can be so beautiful, if you give them a chance
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
Genetic Engineering, and How We Can Survive
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
Don't tell her she's beautiful
Tell Stacey I love her
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
She was coming out as he was going in.
Only her hands would give her away
there is a place where the dead live. it is in us. it is all around us. it is more than we can understand.
He and She
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
He and she are one
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
Not everyone can give good blowjobs. Sorry.
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
she, he, and me
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
All he left her was alone
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
he (or she)
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
I sometimes feel like I need every human that I can form a healthy relationship with to survive
What can you tell us about the Republican Platform?
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.
How far can an animal fall and survive?
What the hell was she thinking?
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery

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