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She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
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 was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
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.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She is and was
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
When she was bad
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was locked in time
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
Because, perhaps she was cold
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
I knew she wasn't faking
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She always was devious in her beauty
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was so tall, and I was so in love
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
What the hell was she thinking?
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was watching me and I didn't know it.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was steady
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was never mine. I always shared her.
What She Said
(s)he
I don't like her because she won't like me
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
She Misses Him
She loved me for my maths
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
She buys apples
she looks smilingly towards the future
Can't she just carpool or something?
She sat back in the bleachers
She smiles in colors
Is she really going out with him?
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
The hardest breath she has
She wasn't connected to the earth the way the rest of us are
She left these broken things
she had already found her party
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
She sobs in response
She cleaned up for me at least.
She Walks in Beauty
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
She is like an onion
She lies upstairs, a gray whisper
She drowns quietly and without complaint
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
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As she walked into the sea she complained, "I'm drowning."
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
She sells sea shells
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She Sells Sanctuary
She threw out all my letters
She is the branches, you are the trunk
We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
France, she said
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
I Dare - She Said (user)
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
She works in mysterious ways
You think this is tragedy. She thinks this is fun.
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
She is why God is God.
what she kisses twice
How she saw the moon
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Two condoms, she makes me wear
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She brought them home to meet the dog
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand
Venus, when she is the evening star
and she is a martyr
She could not live with or without him
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She has trouble acting normal
She told me to say that
She didn't believe in transcendence
She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
she, he, and me
born baby blue, tonight she is burning red
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
Look, she is also mostly confident front.
I did not need it. I was strong. I was steady. I knew what I was doing.
She approached me with some vague line
So happy she drools
The vacuum she left
She makes my teeth naked
Isn't She Lovely
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
To Him She Is A Beauty
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I Dare - She Said_root (category)
She looks good in black
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
she looked good
She is the prettiest ebola
She Moved Through The Fair
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She Fucks Me
She only wants me for sex
The things she wonders about
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She smelt of spoilt T-forms
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 wants to believe
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead
She Hangs Brightly
She said she loved me
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
Three years she grew in sun and shower
She took my bell
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
As she truly is
Absentmindedly she
So I was cold chillin on the corner on a hot summer's day
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She Loves You
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She Who Holds the Sky
Things She Carried
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
she may hold life
What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years
She Wants Revenge
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She Smells of Lilacs
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
steady as she goes

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