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• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• Inches away from her face
• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• I can see her face
• 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
• She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
• I bet she drinks from the bottle
• 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
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• I watched her from afar
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• 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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• She practices her speech
• Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
• Why if I ever meet Nancy Grace, I'll punch her in her yapping poodle-like face
• She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• The Man Who Fled From Azrael
• Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• She sat down in black pants and mules, and I pulled up a chair to listen to her reading Billy Collins
• His face when she fell
• 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
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• Jori Faces her Fear
• She threw herself from the bed
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
• she had already found her party
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I've already forgiven her. It's all over now
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
• On Her Face
• You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
• To Her Face
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
• the way she wears her weary
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
• He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
• Her picture in my wallet, fading, fraying, the face that launched a thousand emotions
• you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
• She flies with her own wings
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• She thought about giving him her heart
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
• She Will Have Her Way
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• 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 tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
• 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
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
• From Her to Eternity
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• her face forms in summertime
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• she left her handwriting all over the calendar
• She always was devious in her beauty
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• serene. She sips her tea
• Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
• Her face could make the ocean ache
• All Powers from One Division
• The Woman and Her Hen
• For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
• I was sure it was her
• Feel her pain
• Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
• November on her way to winter
• The words beneath her words
• Electrify her with a studded rubber nub
• Her protestations notwithstanding
• Diana and Her Companions
• All that's left of her is black print
• her eyes were brimming with souls
• upriver, the only way for her dreams to go
• Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
• her eyes can't find you at first
• She Who Is
• God is a she
• All That She Wants
• She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
• She Who Holds the Sky
• She loves me, she loves me not
• She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
• she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
• If there is a heaven, she is there.
• And she flew halfway across the world for those five minutes
• she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
• face for radio
• all she ever wanted
• face the consequences
• Your face laid yellow on night
• The die is cast, you will cut the mustard or face the music
• I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
• The thirteen faces of Theodore Capra
• Faces on the Kitchen Floor: Belmez, Spain, 1971
• Faced with adversity, ad execs promote excess by writing riddles while Rome burns
• Melbourne, Florida
• You're not from around here, are you?
• A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, April 23, 1906
• Tales from the Hood
• Scribblings from a table at Rue De La Course
• Eyeball prolapse
• A View from the Gallery
• Fax from Sarajevo
• The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars
• A Word from the Murky Depths
• Who is protecting whom from what?
• What I learned from the skateboarders outside my window
• How the inside of the mind would look from a purely abstract point of view
• Missing your flight from the other side of the planet
• Far away from home
• The Man from Utopia
• A Few Figs from Thistles
• Music from the Succubus Club
• Santa Claus is from Finland
• Till Eulenspiegel walks the tightrope
• Cover songs which are indistinguishable from the originals
• Please remove your morality from my vagina. Thank you.
• Warning to travellers from an Arab gentleman
• Freedom is under threat from guns, abortions and children's television
• First letter from Seiji Koga to Yashuma Neiboku, dated 1810
• Love forsakes us from time to time, and we forsake love.
• Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
• From dogma to Descartes: A triumph of reason
• Science according to the dad from Calvin and Hobbes
• How to wean kids from TV
• Another county heard from
• From Hell, Hull, and Halifax may the Good Lord deliver us!
• Otaku From Longueuil_root (category)
• Pages from Ceefax
• Notes From The Underground: Underground IV
• Letter from a good friend long far-flung
• The Cry From The Sea
• Get your dog away from my rims, cop
• Weak and desperate from decades of commuting the djinn would barter all for coffee and a friendly ear
• Distilled from Dreams
• Soundtrack from Film "Mabuta no Ura"
• Memoir from Antproof Case
• Rosy Palm and her five daughters
• I do not see her

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