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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
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She Will Have Her Way
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
A Midsummer Night's Dream II.ii
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
A Midsummer Night's Dream V.i
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
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.
A Midsummer Night's Dream III.i
She knows no truth except her own.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She thought about giving him her heart
A hollow longing in her that will last
serene. She sips her tea
She always was devious in her beauty
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
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.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
I dream that I walk with her
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
she had already found her party
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Types of Love evidenced in A Midsummer Night's Dream
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
A Midsummer Night's Dream III.iv
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
A Midsummer Night's Dream III.iii
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I seduced her with late night laboratory thunder!
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She asked me to read her a poem
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 found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
the way she wears her weary
A Midsummer Night's Dream II.i
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
A Midsummer Night's Dream
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I don't like her because she won't like me
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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 flies with her own wings
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
A Midsummer Night's Dream IV.ii
A Midsummer Night's Dream IV.i
Sleep to Dream Her
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
A Midsummer Night's Dream III.ii
A Midsummer Night's Dream I.ii
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Her dreams involve a backstroke and a full moon
I Saw Her Again Last Night
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I will kiss her blemish
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
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 didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She practices her speech
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
she lit her thumb on fire
She keeps her lies everywhere
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
A Midsummer Night's Dream I.i
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She always confused her greys with white.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Her name was Natalie
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
Her Majesty
A Jury of Her Peers
to let her know
Calling her number and having a male voice answer
Making her presence known
watching her dance
A New Student and Her Father
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
A woman and her Cock
Written in her French Psalter
I think I've forgiven her
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
the small of her back
His 'N' Hers
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
I was sure it was her
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
putting on her makeup
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
Lady Daibu And Her Lover
her arms around me
The Old Woman And Her Pig
Take Her up to Monto
Making her presence known (part 2)
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
What do I call her?
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
Making her presence known (Part 3)
Meant For Her
Pig on her back
right under her surface
Stand in the doorway and watch her
To Her Door
The woman with her legs apart
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
Since I left her
Herr Bob (user)
her eyes
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
I don't want to see her
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
I daydream of her
The Author to Her Book
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her

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