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She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
like nothing ever was
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
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
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 a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She always was devious in her beauty
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I was the worst lay you ever had
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
I had never known someone whose death was imminent
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
The best teacher I ever had
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I don't like her because she won't like me
all words go somewhere and nothing is ever lost
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
she lit her thumb on fire
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
At night, her eyes closed, she would
It's not that it all comes back to you. None of it ever leaves you in the first place.
All you ever did was let it happen
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
The dead eat hope. We had none to give them, so they were pretty emaciated by the end.
Don't ever lie. If you lie to your friends, they won't trust you, and you'll have nothing, and you'll never be safe.
Stuff was started stuff had ends
but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
I was sure it was her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
Her name was Natalie
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
does she need to touch her own face to know?
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
serene. She sips her tea
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.
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 picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
She practices her speech
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
all she ever wanted
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens
I was a young boy that had big plans
I had to call my father this evening and tell him I was dying.
When I was young Time had no wings
I was a bitter, purple-haired fat girl, and I had plenty of male friends
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
Nothing ever changes
So she could feel as if she had danced
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
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 had never kissed someone so old.
No one was ever fired for buying IBM
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
Same as it Ever Was
It was one of the worst things I have ever done
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Was it ever there?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
the way she wears her weary
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
The best tuna fish sandwich I've ever had
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
and I haven't seen her since.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
All he left her was alone
She Will Have Her Way
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
everyone who ever told me i was pretty was lying.
I don't hate people. Honestly. But the best conversation I've ever had still wasn't as good as the worst catnap I've ever had.
A sad reminder that you will inevitably lose everything you ever gain
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever a bear
What would aliens think of us if Everything was all they had?
I think I was watching the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
No one ever said that the moral process of humanization was necessarily a pleasant thing.
Ever since I met you I've been looping a recursive subroutine
ever since I started working with Motorola
Grammatical and syntactic puzzles
Can we ever truly act against our own interests?
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
The most interesting job I've ever had
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
The girls had gone wild and now my dad's cock was missing
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
Was I nearly as anti-consumerism as I had initially thought?
I was once young and had a home
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
the dead had risen, and there was nobody to pump gas
I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
She had fingernails that shined like justice
The most difficult decision President Bush has ever had to make
she had mood ring eyes
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
You had to pretend success was fucked
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
Best smoke I've ever had
I've been smoking ever since
She Had to Be Sure
It was a dark and stormy night. I had taken a creative writing class.
They had left, but her mascara kept running
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
She thought about giving him her heart
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Since I left her
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 flies with her own wings
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
the grey in his hair had done nothing to tarnish the gleam in his eye
If I ever lose my legs
This was the shinest golden dollar I would ever see in my life and I was not about to tarnish it.
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
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
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever here

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