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She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
What the hell was she thinking?
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was steady
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was watching me and I didn't know it.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
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 was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
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 never mine. I always shared her.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I knew she wasn't faking
She wasn't connected to the earth the way the rest of us are
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was locked in time
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
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.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
When she was bad
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She is and was
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She always was devious in her beauty
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She said
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
The picture she drew in my notebook
He says she says
she broke my heart
She Takes Flight
She Howls (user)
She is all I am listening to here
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She Thinks in Harmony
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
That's what she said
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
She pulled the "I love you" on me
she turns and smiles, then walks away
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
He and She
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
She pulls the covers tighter
She sketched on paper napkins
Isn't she a little young?
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Dream of ducks, she said
Doors and windows open, she screams "COME ON, MOTHERFUCKER" at the hurricane
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 is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
So she could feel as if she had danced
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
So she wet the bed
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She must be what cocaine is like
She wanted to go to Paris
She took a California tilt and never came back.
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
Gays are great, so she says
Tell him, she told me
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
A chorus of phones each time she calls
That one makes me scream, she said
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
serene. She sips her tea
She (user)
The child, she cannot sleep
She favors black bras
She is music (user)
she wants to kill and break hearts
She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
Each time she tells you this, she is lying.
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She misses me
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
He and she are one
She left without saying goodbye
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
She is not a girl, she is a woman. No, wait, she's a girl.
the way she wears her weary
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She doesn't need me anymore
she can't remember what it's like to be found
she seems bored with me after all this time
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
How clear she shines
She said yes
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She says kill. I say how many.
She sat down in black pants and mules, and I pulled up a chair to listen to her reading Billy Collins
I don't know what he was listening for, but he wasn't listening
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
She flies with her own wings
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
She runs
She is music_root (category)
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
cities full of ravens, silent concrete echoing back while she sings
Running a BBS
That's all she wrote
So then she said
She told me I'd make a good Satan
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Before she started smoking
What, she cannot say
alive she cried (user)
She Will Have Her Way
She draws with pencils, you draw with words
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
When she died
she , billowing apparation, inimitable white sheet
Murder She Wrote
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She Stoops to Conquer
She Came and Went
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She is glowing on fire. can she see that?
On the third day, she rose
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
she had mood ring eyes
he/she
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I am three, she said
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She Said, She Said
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Red aura, she looked bright
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
definite demise, she soars further, taller, stronger, larger
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