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She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
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 flies with her own wings
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She knows no truth except her own.
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
he has her eyes
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
the light slowly fading outside has become insignificant
Searching for her silver light
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
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's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Genius has its own etiquette
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
We light candles on the day she died
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
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
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
The Soul selects her own Society
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
the way she wears her weary
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
She asked me to read her a poem
Each month I love in her own way
Another bed she does not own
Darkness lights its own way
a shade of her own features
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
The Heart Has its own Memory
On her own
The economy has hit everyone hard. Well, everyone who hasn't lost track of how many houses they own, anyhow.
She thought about giving him her heart
In which the bridge has its own ideas
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.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Her smile could light up a three-story building
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
The Jackal: Episode One: A Hero Has Risen, And She Demands Worker's Comp
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
she had already found her party
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She always confused her greys with white.
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
Phosphor reading by His own Light
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
The day she lost the light
she gave her heart to a falling star
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She has given up on shoes completely.
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
This space between has it's own kind of comfortable
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She has trouble acting normal
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
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
The Wheel of Time has collapsed under the weight of its own bloated corpse
I ran over an old woman with her own car
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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.
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Each one has their own story
The light at the end of the tunnel has been switched off.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She always was devious in her beauty
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
A Leela of Her Own
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She still has my Borges book
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
serene. She sips her tea
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she lit her thumb on fire
She practices her speech
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She Will Have Her Way
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
The hardest breath she has
A queen in her own sense
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She keeps her lies everywhere
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
Has a cat ever killed anyone?
This Hour Has 22 Minutes
Time Has Come Today
MY life has no carrot
God has sent you this experience in order to deepen you
It's too bad that Everything has 5205700 errors
Yom Hashoah
Music Has the Right to Children
To One who has been Long in City Pent
Evolution has never been observed
This writeup has nothing to do with this title
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
5 months with no sex has finally got me in trouble
Elvis has left the building
Has anybody seen my rose tinted spectacles?
He who has enough to eat does the hungry not believe
Mr. T has fallen on hard times
Has Your Soul Sipped?
How years of imposed political correctness have affected my perception of people
Everyone has an accent
Your hair has turned white
Autumn has come invisibly
Ok, this whole Mr. T thing has gone WAY too fucking far
911 has an automated response
September has such a feeling
Santa Has Snow Blindness
the field of real numbers has no non-trivial automorphisms

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