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She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
The shadows made her look a little treacherous.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
If only our tongues were made of glass, how much more careful we would be when we speak.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
she lit her thumb on fire
serene. She sips her tea
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
Made you look
the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
Mistakes were made
She Looked Slutty. I Don't Mean That in a Bad Way.
she looked good
ships are safest in harbor, but they were made to sail
we're made out of nothing
she looks smilingly towards the future
The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
her eyes were brimming with souls
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
She practices her speech
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!
She looks at me and she laughs
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Lousy jobs were made for the rest of us
How a suicide made me wish I were Superman
and the poets looked at them, and made verses
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
They made the sunrise for people like us just so we have an excuse for why we're still up.
And though it was snowing outside, all within were warm.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She makes my teeth naked
She just looks at me
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
The look in her eyes
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
the way she wears her weary
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her hips made waves against his shore
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
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
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
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She knows no truth except her own.
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
Here her lesser words were freed to tumble
She thought about giving him her heart
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
For my last trick, I made her disappear
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She looks good in black
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
Why should I care about proper HTML when it looks fine on my browser? (document)
She stopped and took a second look
Look, she is also mostly confident front.
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
Speed limits were made to be broken
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
The words were ways of touching and made us want to speak with hands
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Ever made it with an aardvark? We're quite rare.
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
The World She Made
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
She just stares at us like we're crazy
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
If She Were a Shipwreck
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
You Made The Sunrise, You Were The Fall
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
The portion of her face she allows me to see
How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
All of her seconds were unencumbered
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Only her big toes were painted
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
she had already found her party
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She flies with her own wings
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She Will Have Her Way
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She always was devious in her beauty
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The World I Made for Her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
do not look upon her; you shall be blinded
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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 told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She asked me to read her a poem
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She keeps her lies everywhere
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
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Look at what I made!
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
she gave her heart to a falling star
Red aura, she looked bright
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
i have excuses though and i always enumerate them for her
She always confused her greys with white.
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 is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
We told you when you were hired that you would have to work on Saturday
The Lark and Her Young Ones
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
The Old Woman And Her Pig
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit

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