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All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Life is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt filled with odd waiters who give you things you never asked for and don't always like.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I never thought it would be like this
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
Many of me, laid end to end, would never reach the moon
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Skim this life but never live
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
Life is uncertain. Would you like dessert first?
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was never mine. I always shared her.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
At night, her eyes closed, she would
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
You have to live like you'll miss the end
I would have liked thunder when she left
The man who lived at the end of the world
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
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.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
the ocean never ceasing in her secret whispers to the land
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
A journey never ends
The guy at the end of Half-Life
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
in her other life
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
It feels like my life is out of sync
What life after death will really be like
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Only her hands would give her away
Otherwise It Never Ends
This is the end of the easy life
She thought about giving him her heart
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
The winter chill reminds those of us closer to our end than our beginning that maybe, just maybe, safety isn't the primary goal in a life that will certainly end in death.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
It clings to her like dedication in the rain
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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
She knows no truth except her own.
I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
she gave her heart to a falling star
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
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
If I Had My Life To Live Over
We would probably not understand alien life
like a tiger without her mountain
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
September that never ended
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
Sentences with which to end your life
Incomplete two-word sentences with which to end your life
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
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
notes I never gave her
The portion of her face she allows me to see
The Thread That Never Ends
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.
Even the moon likes to change her colors
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
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
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
She asked me to read her a poem
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
The iMac looks like the ass end of the New Beetle
She keeps her lies everywhere
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Life and How to Live It
If you could reset your life back 10 years, would you?
I want to live a life free of regrets
On three separate occasions, I gave up my life so others could live
I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Life Ends
knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
End of Life Plan
The Regret that Never Ended
I never saw her again
End of Life care at the edge of our solar system
I knew before I met you just how we would end
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
I never called her momma
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
She flies with her own wings
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
The colors flow through her like a rainbow
Life does not end at high school
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
a total loss of control over her life
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
serene. She sips her tea
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
the way she wears her weary
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Kisses your lips like the world is about to end
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.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she lit her thumb on fire
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She practices her speech
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

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