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She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she does not know how much I need this
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was locked in time
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
How to know if you will ever experience time travel
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
She was free
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Last time I checked, Buddha was not just some lameass winamp skin for Jesus
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
When you move here we will have plenty of time to have fun together
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
i know you're out there; i just wish you were here with me
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Son, do you know how fast you were going?
She buys apples
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
She doesn't like you
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
A chorus of phones each time she calls
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
"for the last time: Up here they don't wear Lederhosen!": A christmassy eurotrash nodermeet.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
To a girl who thought she was moving away
Do you remember how small your body was when you were five?
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She is and was
she was waylaid by an octopus
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
She was too beautiful to be human
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Because, perhaps she was cold
she is his sounding board
How's she goin', by
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
You'll never quite know how much you've lost until you get what you were looking for
How she saw the moon
if you buy into the wizard's bullshit, soon you're all standing waist-deep in things you didn't even know could exist and no one has any clue how to stop him
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
Don't try to make the moment last. You can ruin it that way. Just learn to savor it and, when the time comes, learn how to let it go.
(because this was always subconsciously the inspiration, even if I did not know it at the time, and I only realised it just now)
Do you know how many times you've woken up at 4:15 with deep insights?
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
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 so pleased to learn that she was right
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She doesn't need me anymore
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
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
His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
the birds seem to know what we're up to out here.
she seems bored with me after all this time
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She knew what she was doing
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
She was coming out as he was going in.
If She Were a Shipwreck
She Was 18, It Was Summer
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
Why is she really here?
Besides the part where she was the only one
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
She just stares at us like we're crazy
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
How clear she shines
She says kill. I say how many.
How's she cutting?
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
Your girlfriend will never forget how adorable you were the first time you went
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
does she need to touch her own face to know?
How to buy good, last minute Christmas gifts
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
She knows no truth except her own.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Last time I was in Chicago I broke my ass
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
His face when she fell
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She doesn't need you, she wants you.
What the hell was she thinking?
She was steady
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She doesn't really want a nice guy
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
When she was bad
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Here were the words I was waiting for, without the part I wanted
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
She is all I am listening to here
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
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.
The mud pit, the last night we were all college students together
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She always was devious in her beauty
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
the last time I clobbered a human soul it was over a red-nosed girl and a schoolbook in County Derry
When I was 21, he was building a Time Machine
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Each time she tells you this, she is lying.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
How Quetzalcoatl Got His Groove Back
Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
Slay them all. God will know his own.
It Was a Lover and His Lass
How King Siggeir wedded Signy, and bade King Volsung and his son to Gothland
The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
How Pac-Man got his name
In his autumn before the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth
Galileo: A Democrat Before His Time
How the Scarecrow Displayed His Wisdom
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
How Eulenspiegel had his horse shod with silver and gold
A man's got to know his limitations
Since his eyes were like perfect packed suitcases
Giving a cat oral medication

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