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you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
she does not know how much I need this
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
I've accepted the way it is and it doesn't hurt so much
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
The further I get from the things that I care about, the less I care about how much further away I get
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know 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.
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.
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
Salary of the President of the United States
if you knew how much I love you, you would run away
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She Will Have Her Way
You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
calculating how much money you are making while pooping
How much is Zen Buddhism from China exported overseas during the Song period?
Things grow, no matter how much attention they’re paid
You'll never quite know how much you've lost until you get what you were looking for
How much firewood equals an atomic bomb?
Lunch, two good men, books, how much I like them
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
She thought about giving him her heart
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She flies with her own wings
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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 gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Show your dog some much deserved respect
How Much Is that Doggie in the Window?
How much fun is a barrel of monkeys?
How she saw the moon
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
I never knew how much snow it took to flush a toilet.
How's she goin', by
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
how much more acutely the spirit is capable of suffering than the body
i am a seedling. i don't even understand how much i have yet to learn.
How much money do you make?
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I don't like her because she won't like me
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
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
At night, her eyes closed, she would
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
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
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She practices her speech
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
How long have you been in love with her?
I hate Creed--Or how I know there are 52 Advil in my apartment
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
How much is a pint of milk?
How much uranium does Canada produce?
How much information is there in the World?
The moment you realize how much of your life experience is hopelessly interlaced
How much for the little girl?
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
Foolproof method to determine how much a person knows about computers
How's she cutting?
How to use Windows regularly without hating it (much) : part two
How to use Windows regularly without hating it (much)
Do you even realize how much your spirit illuminates? It is like stars.
How clear she shines
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She says kill. I say how many.
What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
How Much for just the Planet?
Can I tell you how much I want to smoke you, like this cigarette?
Archived E2 FAQ: How come the site goes down so much? (document)
How much more can we bear?
If only our tongues were made of glass, how much more careful we would be when we speak.
How much is kinetics, how much is belief, how much is sorcery
How much cash do you keep at home? (e2poll)
You'll never know how much you've changed me
she gave her heart to a falling star
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
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 calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She hates my futon
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
How Stella Got Her Groove Back
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
serene. She sips her tea
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
The portion of her face she allows me to see
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
she had already found her party
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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
How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
she lit her thumb on fire
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 would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She asked me to read her a poem
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
How you gonna keep her down on the farm
She keeps her lies everywhere
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
the way she wears her weary
makes you wonder how you ever felt affection for somebody who could hate you so
How much does Milliways really cost?
grumbling dissertation on how everything would be much better if it all were to explode
How much pain did you cause?
She always confused her greys with white.
I have never been sure that you knew quite how much I loved you
How much plant life is needed to keep a person alive in a sealed room?
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
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
If there is a God, I hate her

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