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Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
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, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She thought about giving him her heart
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.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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 said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
serene. She sips her tea
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She practices her speech
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
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She Will Have Her Way
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
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
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She keeps her lies everywhere
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
I don't like her because she won't like me
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
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
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
she had already found her party
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
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She came through the glass door, untouched by the storm that raged outside.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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 most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She knows no truth except her own.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She asked me to read her a poem
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
why she feels the irrational need to capture little fragments of glass
Leaving her lipstick on a glass as a reminder.
Philip Glass
glasses
highball glass
stained glass
Looking Glass
glass of water
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Looking Glass Studios
Girls with glasses
Head in a glass jar
Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator
Claude Lorraine glass
Flint glass
Rose-colored glasses
The Glass Menagerie
Heart of Glass
I will spit the blue flame and hurl my glass against the wall
Glass wagon
The Inevitable Dribble Glass (user)
Ira Glass
magnifying glass
pint glass
How to say "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me"
Hugh Glass
the Green Glass Door
that old Philip Glass knock knock joke
old chestnut: glasses of water
answer: glasses of water
Night of Broken Glass
glass hammer
Glass Tiger
Glass Onion
glass ceiling
Venetian glass
The condom is the glass slipper of our generation
plus glasses
For those who wear glasses
Different ways of running into things, mostly glass
Ultravue Anti-Static Glass & Lens Cleaner
Cleaning up broken glass
tot glass
Malice Through The Looking Glass
aviator glasses
Alice's Adventures Through the Windshield Glass
stained glass lead knife
Why do so many people wear glasses?
glass block
crown glass
How to eat a shot glass
Like a diamond etches glass
Snow, Glass, Apples
The Glass City
I Look Into My Glass
The Glass Menagerie: Scenes I and II
The Glass Menagerie: Scene III
The Glass Menagerie: Scene IV
The Glass Menagerie: Scene V
The Glass Menagerie: Scene VI
The Glass Menagerie: Scene VII
We Are Glass
Death of a glass
Wizard and Glass
Walking On Glass
Christmas lights with your glasses off
Bullseye Glass
As seen mouthed through one half inch of safety glass as the bus pulled away from the terminal and left a westward wafting cloud of exhaust
Removing glasses offers a window into the world of ghosts
plate glass
Caribbean Barbed Wire Spider Net Glass Crash Death Match
Through a Glass, Darkly
Brett Glass
Bristol Blue Glass
glass transition
glass pack
plastic glass
glass pipe
The Glass Coffin
bulletproof glass
Glass shelf for bricks

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