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• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• 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 was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• She always was devious in her beauty
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• She was too beautiful to be human
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
• She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• Because, perhaps she was cold
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• She was very beautiful. Y'know?
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
• She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
• The flowers smiled, but she was gone
• She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
• She was so tall, and I was so in love
• She was locked in time
• She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
• She was steady
• she was just the dry smell of gasoline
• For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
• She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
• The House on the Island Where She Was Born
• Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
• She was coming out as he was going in.
• Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
• She was free
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• She was so pleased to learn that she was right
• She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
• And when she came back she was nobody's wife
• The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
• She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
• She didn't know what outside was anymore.
• She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
• She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
• She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
• she couldn’t go and be beautiful
• someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
• She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
• The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
• When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
• piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
• What the hell was she thinking?
• Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
• Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
• She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
• She is and was
• I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• "He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
• When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
• He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
• I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
• She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
• She knew what she was doing
• She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• When she was bad
• she was waylaid by an octopus
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• To a girl who thought she was moving away
• She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• serene. She sips her tea
• 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 asked me to read her a poem
• No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
• just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
• Her smile could light up a three-story building
• It was hard to say hello. It was even harder to say goodbye.
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
• You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• 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 would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
• I was the center of gravity of Chicago for one beautiful Saturday
• Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt
• Donald Duck was banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants
• Her name was Natalie
• If I was beautiful like you
• "My God," she said, "I'm beautiful."
• It was daylight when you looked up from your ditch
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• If I was beautiful, I'd know it
• It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
• and when you woke up, your goldfish bowl was empty?
• Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
• she lit her thumb on fire
• she left her handwriting all over the calendar
• she had already found her party
• She knows no truth except her own.
• I think I was watching the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
• she blows a virtual kiss to the net of ether
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
• When I woke up this morning, I thought I was a parallelogram. I still have a sneaking suspicion.
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
• Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
• It was not death, for I stood up
• I married him because he was not mean
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• the way she wears her weary
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
• She thought about giving him her heart
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• i wonder if that was meant to console
• I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
• It was late when he came home; it woke you up
• If all you picked up tonight was this node title, it's time you went to a Brit nodermeet
• At that time I was taken up with alchemy
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• She cleaned up for me at least.
• She is not beautiful
• The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
• there was a time when you couldn't just learn things instantly
• She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• She practices her speech
• I woke up and was an instant scribbling fiend. crazy, my poor feverish brain
• I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
• She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• She flies with her own wings
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• She Will Have Her Way
• She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
• She has given up on shoes completely.
• Blow up a building with a sack of flour and two rounds of ammunition
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
• Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
• If my heart was a computer, that night reformatted my hard drive
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
• (because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• All he left her was alone
• I was sure it was her

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