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Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
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 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 was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She flies with her own wings
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She practices her speech
serene. She sips her tea
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
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 knows no truth except her own.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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 nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
she had already found her party
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
she lit her thumb on fire
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She always confused her greys with white.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She cleaned up for me at least.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
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 is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
the way she wears her weary
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She thought about giving him her heart
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
Her body my platter, my secret her joy
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She asked me to read her a poem
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She keeps her lies everywhere
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
she gave her heart to a falling star
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
clean
good clean fun
A little child could never kill this clean
Mr. Clean
Clean laundry breeds confidence
Come clean
eight-bit clean
the book of clean white pages, a poem of self absorption
Clean Test Area - One Touch Basic Blood Glucose Meter
squeaky clean grocery store teens
My mother also taught me how to quickly kill and clean game
clean guitar
Mr. Clean vs. Mattress Giant
How to clean a fish
Cleaning your ears
Getting Dirty in the Clean Room
A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows every corner
I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne
Squeaky Clean
clean food
make clean
clean and jerk
Clean food with no poop
Don't try to clean out your car's petrol tank with a vacuum cleaner
If you want to die clean, eat your own pie
How to get people to clean up their core dumps
Mr. Clean (user)
How to clean a paintbrush
Clean to scream
Embrace the smooth, clean animal mind
How to clean a keyboard
How to clean a book
Clean for Gene
my brain feels clean as a whistle
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
Shot? So quick, so clean an ending?
Clean Asia
Mister Clean
clean URLs
you wipe my eyes clean at 3 am
rusty feathers, wings of murky steel eaten clean by age
Cleaning silver
Mr. Clean? Too empathetic. We need a bomb.
Someday, I'll get high and clean the whole kitchen
Kiss Each Other Clean
Sweet as a Pickle, Clean as a Pig
that clean air smell. like living on a mountain and hanging your clothes out to dry.
Can you clean up you're grammar please?
Color Me Clean
clean ALL the things
The rain wash clean my soul
If You Followed Her Gaze
putting on her makeup
I daydream of her
His 'N' Hers
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
her arms around me
A woman and her Cock
Lady Daibu And Her Lover
Meant For Her
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
the small of her back
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
I think I've forgiven her
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows

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