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I need a more beautiful distraction than this
She doesn't need me anymore
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She might not need me. But then again she might.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring.
And I need you more than want you
need more coffee
I need to write more unconsciously
We need more barbers, Goddammit
He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
This place needs more actual nodes about necromancy. Let's begin.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
you are a piece of me i wish i didn't need
You were never going to become more than this to me
Tell me not here, it needs not saying
He needed to repeat some well-used mantra of love just one more time
Hollywood needs to hire more geeks
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
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This place needs more actual little piggies. Let's begin.
More Alive Than Me
It's me that you need
You taught me more than hugging
You touched me when I needed to be touched, and for that I will hold you in my heart forever
Encyclopedia Brown taught me everything I need to know about opening doors
I need these blue and black halos for comfort, to remind me where I am, who I am, when I am
Every time you see me, I need a hug
There need to be more powers
I need more violence, more violins.
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
need more input
Launch me into space, and I'll never need to come back
Need to get out more
I can't think of anyone who could appreciate more than me your eyes and your voice
Hold Me Like You Need Somebody
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
why she feels the irrational need to capture little fragments of glass
It seemed so real, to me these are more than wasted days
Dammit, one of my past lives is more attractive than me!
Call if you need me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
This is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you
Sometimes I think you love that doomsday machine more than you love me.
They need food AND water? You didn't tell me about the water part.
they see in me a man that is empty, in need of love. that will not hurt them.
I don't like her because she won't like me
Let me fall until I believe, you're more than the leaves
Just when you get really good at something, you don't need to do it any more
The portion of her face she allows me to see
You don't have to catch me. You don't need to bring me back.
We need more America
Now give me something you need to remember!
i need your grace to remind me to find my own
The World Needs More Canada: Another Capital Nodermeet
The more complex the mind, the greater the need for the simplicity of play
There is more of me than you imagine
Needs more cowbell!
This place needs more actual lists of theses nailed to church doors. Let's begin.
needs more robot hat
Does Thailand need more dams?
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
This place needs more actual discontent. Let's begin.
This place needs more insane witch-queens. Let's begin.
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
she does not know how much I need this
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
some boys need a little more attention
This place needs more actual users. Let's begin.
A pretty sky just gets me wound up, and my head starts pounding. The city doesn't need a sky.
She doesn't need you, she wants you.
The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.
she needed a lot of hugs
She asked me to read her a poem
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
Meteors are not needed less than mountains
They might not need me - yet they might -
She misses me
She kills me
The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
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
I asked her not to forget me
She loved me for my maths
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
Why can't my employer pay me more?
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
That one makes me scream, she said
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she gave her heart to a falling star
She keeps her lies everywhere
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She only wants me for tech support
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She Fucks Me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
Tell me more
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
she, he, and me
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
Don't tell me about her
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She thought about giving him her heart
She always confused her greys with white.
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
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She just looks at me
Ask Me More Eeyore
She told me to say that
She Loves Me
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
She only wants me for sex
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
Is it me or are there more bisexuals these days?
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
Bathe her and bring her to me
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
You asked me once what I would remember... this, and much more
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
better off with him than here with me
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She loves me, she loves me not
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She knows no truth except her own.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Is Everything2 making me more or less intelligent?
She said she loved me
How, though the Sphere shewed me other mysteries of Spaceland, I still desired more; and what came of it
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She approached me with some vague line
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 pulled the "I love you" on me

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