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Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
She knows no truth except her own.
geniuses in our own time
Each month I love in her own way
Ruth holding up time with her beauty
her first time
A Leela of Her Own
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
It's never really the past; it's always a version of your own time.
Hot pursuit
A queen in her own sense
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
does she need to touch her own face to know?
A woman of her times
The first time I saw her
a shade of her own features
I ran over an old woman with her own car
On her own
The Wheel of Time has collapsed under the weight of its own bloated corpse
Every single day is its own apocalypse. Every time we fall asleep is an extinction.
History of His Own Time
My own personal time capsule of lives
The Soul selects her own Society
The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
She flies with her own wings
You shine in the eyes of lovers we complicate, accidentally, lending our own critiques and eyebrows to time
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
Telling Anna you love her the first time
Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Rosy Palm and her five daughters
hers
her
Do Her
Her braid; I obeyed
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
The Bitch and Her Whelps
The Lark Burying Her Father
The Woman and Her Hen
The Lark and Her Young Ones
I don't think of her
I can see her face
a total loss of control over her life
I do not see her
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
Her Royal Highness
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
Her Handwriting
Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
Take Her in Your Arms
Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
Ribbed for her pleasure
Her back
Written in her French Psalter
Things you can tell just by looking at her
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Take Her up to Monto
The Author to Her Book
My love in her attire doth show her wit
If You Followed Her Gaze
putting on her makeup
I daydream of her
His 'N' Hers
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
The Old Woman And Her Pig
Her Majesty
the small of her back
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
I think I've forgiven her
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
Making her presence known
Making her presence known (part 2)
Making her presence known (Part 3)
What do I call her?
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
I don't want to see her
The woman with her legs apart
right under her surface
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Her name was Natalie
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
Pig on her back
She thought about giving him her heart
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
To Her Door
I was sure it was her
to let her know
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
Stand in the doorway and watch her
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
Since I left her
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
A Jury of Her Peers
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
A New Student and Her Father
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
her eyes
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
watching her dance
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
Herr Bob (user)
dance with her
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
I never called her momma
Bathe her and bring her to me
I still find strands of her hair in bed
Her knees
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
I don't like her because she won't like me
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
Feel her pain
Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
I could hear her thoughts
And her knee touched mine
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
using a circle to dot her "i"s
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
From Her to Eternity
my baby sleeps on her head
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I passed her on the street
The World I Made for Her
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
Her raised middle finger came into focus
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
Tell Stacey I love her
See her talk
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
notes I never gave her
My girlfriend and her pillow
her kitty cat (user)
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
Herr Geist (user)
To Her Face
To Her Body
To Her Mind
To hear her sing
Helping people cheat
The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
A soft wonder bites her lips
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
The movie in her mind
after her, I took my coffee black
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Let Her Go Down
Victoria Wood
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
My mother wants her mother to die
Today I saw her again
Dig up her bones
The world is her sketchbook
standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
These things matter to her
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
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.

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