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• you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• She knows no truth except her own.
• A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• 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 grew a little older, while he was telling her
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• 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
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
• she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
• 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?
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
• She asked me to read her a poem
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• she does not know how much I need this
• How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• the way she wears her weary
• You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
• She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
• 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 is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• Helping people cheat
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• 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
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• 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
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• 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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
• she left her handwriting all over the calendar
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• she lit her thumb on fire
• She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
• He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
• she gave her heart to a falling star
• Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• she had already found her party
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• She Will Have Her Way
• She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• 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
• I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
• She flies with her own wings
• She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
• She practices her speech
• How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
• 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.
• She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
• How long have you been in love with her?
• I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
• She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
• She always confused her greys with white.
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• She always was devious in her beauty
• She keeps her lies everywhere
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
• serene. She sips her tea
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
• When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
• How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
• Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
• like a tiger without her mountain
• Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
• Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
• It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
• I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
• How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
• he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
• I don't want to see her
• The colors flow through her like a rainbow
• Want (the state of not having her)
• If you loved her, you'd be home by now
• How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
• I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
• you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
• The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
• to let her know
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• My mother wants her mother to die
• How Stella Got Her Groove Back
• I think I fell in love with her right then and right there
• What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
• How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
• I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
• Why you don't want to piss her off
• If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
• beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
• 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
• How you gonna keep her down on the farm
• Telling Anna you love her the first time
• when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
• In the Fifties, a visitor from Great Britain to New York City notices a young Black woman driving a limousine. A portly middle-aged man, race undetermined, is in the back. Tell her story.
• His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
• Only her hands would give her away
• Her hand on my heart
• her today and gone tomorrow
• her arms around me
• The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
• Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
• Bleed to Love Her
• If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
• How do you know a girl wants to smooch?
• It clings to her like dedication in the rain
• She'd move, breaking the magnetism between her chair and my desk
• If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
• Do Her
• Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
• My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
• I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
• I do not ask for her secret.
• The old hands you’ve baked around hers
• Her smile
• I do not see her
• echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
• her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
• A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
• seagulls screaming kiss her kiss her

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