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Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She keeps her lies everywhere
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Trying to keep up with technology, when the quiet full moon is momentarily more than enough
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with 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.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
choke up
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Your home is at risk if you do not keep up repayments on a mortgage or other loan secured on it
Hey, boys, up go we!
the way she wears her weary
The portion of her face she allows me to see
The mites go up and the tights come down
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
i can't fit it all in but by god, i will keep trying
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
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.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
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 gave her heart to a falling star
If you keep going into the barbershop you'll end up getting a haircut
Here's the thing about trying to blow up the Earth
She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress, never graduating up in size to add a lover.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
She thought about giving him her heart
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Letting it go to her head
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
She always was devious in her beauty
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Devil up her sleeve
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
I keep her in my pocket
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Let Her Go Down
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
she blinks and yawns and keeps the night
To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
She has given up on shoes completely.
keep your hands up
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
I feel the way bank robbers must feel before they go out on that last job that ends up getting them all killed. That is to say, optimistic.
I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
"Don't die to go to heaven, start in on Doctor Pepper and end up on whiskey!!"
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Go up against
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
does she need to touch her own face to know?
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
she had already found her party
The one the queen keeps her eye on
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
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
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
wake up and find her still there
Her smile could light up a three-story building
none of us are actually breathing, we are just trying to breathe
She asked me to read her a poem
Why "You're the air that I breathe" is a stupid expression
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
How you gonna keep her down on the farm
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She always confused her greys with white.
If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
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 said her father died of cancer in the sixties
she lit her thumb on fire
holed up in the old cannery, i keep finding fingers in my dreams
Stuff that keeps coming up
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
Tips for geeks trying to pick up girls
She cleaned up for me at least.
sometimes it feels like the world is trying to tell me to wake up
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
keep it cool/shake it up
She practices her speech
I have a face I cannot show, I make the rules up as I go
We had to go away ... and dream it all up again
All dressed up and nowhere to go
I breathe air (user)
Go get your wings, the rain is letting up
She wanted to go to Paris
Throw your hands (up) in the air, (and) wave them all around like you (just) don't care
To anyone who this may have hurt, please forgive me. The darkness keeps calling and I must go.
sometimes i go outside and stand in the sun and look up at the sky and pretend i'm a tree
All Dressed up with Nowhere to Go
So I let her go
Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
The Air You Breathe
Take Her up to Monto
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Cold, no blankets, watching the sun come up for air
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
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.
Dig up her bones
She flies with her own wings
keep feeding the fire and it will never go out
Everything seems to be up in the air at this time.
like coming up for air
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Go out and get some fresh air
At night, her eyes closed, she would
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 is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She Will Have Her Way
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Up in the Air, Junior Birdmen!
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
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.
Ruth holding up time with her beauty
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Mutant Marsupials Take Up Arms Against Australian Air Force
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
The tears of the earth keep her smile in blooms
She knows no truth except her own.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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.
The Air That I Breathe
Air pipe
I feel disillusionment creeping up on me like the day after a 21st birthday. A deep sigh of shallow disappointment.
How a Fish swam in the Air and a Hare in the Water

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