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She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
If you could see her through my eyes
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
he has her eyes
And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always confused her greys with white.
She asked me to read her a poem
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
she had mood ring eyes
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Some kiss with their eyes closed
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
close your eyes
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Close your eyes, I will help you pray
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
Walking with closed eyes
Sometimes I like to write with my eyes closed
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Her Violet Eyes
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
confusion in her eyes that says it all
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She thought about giving him her heart
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
Close your eyes, hold your breath and jump
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
she had already found her party
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
she gave her heart to a falling star
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
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
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
The man who sees through closed eyes
Don't be afraid, you've just got your eyes closed
She keeps her lies everywhere
The one the queen keeps her eye on
The look in her eyes
close/open my open/closed eyes
World In Her Eyes
When I close my eyes, I see New York
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
her eyes can't find you at first
when still her eyes held water
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
her eyes were brimming with souls
Almost, if I close my eyes
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
Her eyes are gold
The distractibility of her eyes (sapphire)
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Speculative bangs covered her eyes
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
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.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
serene. She sips her tea
you can close your eyes but not your ears
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
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
the way she wears her weary
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The portion of her face she allows me to see
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
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.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
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.
His Eyes Are Closed
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she lit her thumb on fire
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She Will Have Her Way
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
her eyes
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
Her eyelids close gently, reassuringly.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
the ghostly tools that dance behind my closed eyes, you will grasp like hammers
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
Just being quiet and close
closed Sundays
closed
close call
close range
closed orbit
closed system
Closed for Remodeling
closed under
close enough to perfect
close() and shutdown()
Del Close
at the thought of being close to you..
Close the World, Open the nExt
closed interval
Close To Home
I wish I were close
Close your eyes...and go back
fail closed
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
close packed structure
I've never seen a glacier up close, but I've touched your hand. It felt so cold.
close quarters
Close (to the edit)
Closed List
Welcome to Canada; we're closed for the playoffs
Cartesian Closed Category
close at hand
closed class
So Close
Open and closed questions
Close, but no cigar
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
close ratio

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