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She knows no truth except her own.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She had never kissed someone so old.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Helping people cheat
what she kisses twice
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
She took a California tilt and never came back.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She keeps her lies everywhere
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
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 always was devious in her beauty
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
At night, her eyes closed, she would
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
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 Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
It must be morning when she dreams.
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
she does not know how much I need this
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
each flake a cold kiss she brushes off
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
serene. She sips her tea
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
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 cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She Will Have Her Way
the way she wears her weary
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She always confused her greys with white.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress, never graduating up in size to add a lover.
She won't kiss him until she marries him
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She must be what cocaine is like
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
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
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
she had already found her party
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She thought about giving him her heart
She flies with her own wings
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
I never told you she stole my heart
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
she lit her thumb on fire
She practices her speech
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She asked me to read her a poem
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
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
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I don't like her because she won't like me
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
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
she blows a virtual kiss to the net of ether
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she gave her heart to a falling star
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Never tell your housemates you know how a computer works
Kirby G6
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
The kiss will know if the lips stay still
Never frown; you never know when someone's falling in love with your smile.
How can I need kisses I have never felt?
He'll never know what he's missing
I still miss you, now and then. You'll never know.
If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
Yossarian is also God, if you must know
Tomorrow Never Knows
A half-man, half-monstertruck ex-CIA vampire must save the world the only way he knows how: with ROCK
You'll never know how much you've changed me
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
If you take me home tonight I know that we will kiss, and one of us will fall in love and it will be a mess.
Never Been Kissed
I never saw her again
Never let the Sgt. know your name
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
never know who told it best
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
Without tears, the soul would never know a rainbow
Holy Shit! You must die to preserve life on Earth as we know it!
Sweet 16 and never been kissed
I am so sorry and you will never know
I never know what to do with my hands
I'm so goddamned cruel to you. But you'll never know
Never give an order you know will not be obeyed
u'll never know me (user)
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one
you never know
mermaids never miss their legs in the sea because mermaids know that there are better ways to move through the ocean than kicking.
we never really fight, so I don't know how this is supposed to go
You never know which experiences will last longest in memory
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
If a girl offers you her cheek, kiss her neck
Woo the bride and kiss her passionately
I never called her momma
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you
Oh Ricky, how come you never kissed me?
Kiss me once and never again
We kissed like we had never tasted lips
I would kiss you, but I don't know how to kiss

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