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why she makes her wishes at 7:07
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Still I'll make this water home
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The portion of her face she allows me to see
The shadows made her look a little treacherous.
She knows no truth except her own.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
If We Make It Through December
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
when still her eyes held water
She always was devious in her beauty
walk through briars that you might swim in clear waters
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Let's blaze a trail through the trash and make love in the dumpster
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
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
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She asked me to read her a poem
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
Why onions make your eyes water
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She Moved Through The Fair
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
At night, her eyes closed, she would
If you could see her through my eyes
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
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 had already found her party
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She practices her speech
She's beautiful in ways that make her seem fleeting
she lit her thumb on fire
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Make like a hole in the water
water from a fish tank makes your cannabis grow faster
she gave her heart to a falling star
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She thought about giving him her heart
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil -- for tonight I have broken my own heart, and my soul is too empty to be afraid.
she filled my belly with snowglobe water
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Some needlessly emo poetry trying desperately hard to make a pun midway through
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
Pulled Through Water
She went out through the bathroom window
through the water and the waves
To go through fire and water
She came through the glass door, untouched by the storm that raged outside.
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Why opinions make your eyes water
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
serene. She sips her tea
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
What makes her so cute?
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
the way she wears her weary
Her face could make the ocean ache
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She Will Have Her Way
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
does she need to touch her own face to know?
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She flies with her own wings
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
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The colors flow through her like a rainbow
The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She keeps her lies everywhere
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
7 things to say to a girl to make her fall in love with you
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
I Knew Her Through a Window
That one makes me scream, she said
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She always confused her greys with white.
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 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 opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
how our atheist gold fish makes friends in this holy water
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
make one's mouth water
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
She makes my teeth naked
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.
Do Her
The Lark Burying Her Father
The Woman and Her Hen
Her back
Take Her up to Monto
The Author to Her Book
My love in her attire doth show her wit
If You Followed Her Gaze
putting on her makeup
I daydream of her
This is Water
her eyes
watching her dance
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
Herr Bob (user)
dance with her
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
I never called her momma
Bathe her and bring her to me
I still find strands of her hair in bed
Her knees
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?

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