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She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She asked me to read her a poem
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Seven mice, forced to listen to music by The Prodigy, died
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She told me I'd make a good Satan
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
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.
This music crept by me upon the waters
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Talk to me like the rain and let me listen
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She knows no truth except her own.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She told me to say that
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
I listen to the beat of your music
She only wants me for tech support
It is something very shameful. Please contact me again if I can be of further service.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She only wants me for sex
She misses me
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
let her take me, feed on me, devour me
She Will Have Her Way
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
Bathe her and bring her to me
Why didn't you listen to me?
She Loves Me
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
Country music videos confuse me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
Music You Listen to When You're Depressed
She kills me
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She loved me for my maths
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
Strangers have been, and continue to be, very kind to me. Thank you.
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
Listen in total darkness, or in a very large room, very quietly
her arms around me
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
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 flies with her own wings
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Only her big toes were painted
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
she lit her thumb on fire
Don't tell me about her
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She keeps her lies everywhere
her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She approached me with some vague line
don't listen to me. why are you listening to me?
The good musicians play music that idiots listen to
80s music made me gay
music fled above me
She said she loved me
That one makes me scream, she said
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She Fucks Me
She just looks at me
Me and my big mouth
Don't judge music by the first listen
You kissed me on the mouth; I felt your lips on mine for months afterward
I take a long time to ejaculate. Do I have a problem?
I've got the music in me
The music that makes me think of New York
She loves me, she loves me not
Two condoms, she makes me wear
Always standing on the edge, you forced me in heart first
she, he, and me
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Remember me, I used to live for music. Remember me, I brought your groceries in.
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
She doesn't need me anymore
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She thought about giving him her heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Please don't force your beliefs on me
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Don't force your Christmas philosophy on me
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
serene. She sips her tea
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
The conglomerate loves with the full force of a thousand entities. We take this very seriously.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Don't force your not forcing one's philosophy on others philosophy on me
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
she had already found her party
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She practices her speech
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Very Special Forces
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I asked her not to forget me
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
the way she wears her weary
She is in the heartbeat you hear around you, listen
Did we listen to pop music because we were miserable? Or were we miserable because we listened to pop music?
Music I Should Listen To (category)
Listen to me!
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Listen to me, because I am in the soapbox. This is the voice of the soapbox. I am calling to you. Do you hear the sounds of my soaply siren song? My syntactically sweet strumming along to sequential sequestrations of symmetrically snakey st
People listen to me? WTF
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
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

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