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She was locked in time
She always was devious in her beauty
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was coming out as he was going in.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was steady
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Because, perhaps she was cold
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
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.
What the hell was she thinking?
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
When she was bad
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was never mine. I always shared her.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She is and was
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was free
She knew what she was doing
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was too beautiful to be human
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She Liked Horses, and Flowers That Smell Pink
The virgin was looking apprehensive about the whole ordeal, but for the right amount of cash anyone will take on a horse
horse
St. Leibowitz & the Wild Horse Woman
Crazy Horse
the Horse Book
Steel horse
Dark horse
horse tail buttplug
Just a guy on a horse
Horse power
Sea horse
horse cock
Horse & Parrot
Horse latitudes
The Horse and the Ass
The Wolf and the Horse
Fly horse
Horse shit
horsepower and torque
Fuck me like you fucked that horse
Pack horse
Beating a dead horse
A great big ugly man came up and tied his horse to me
Draught Horse
The Horse Whisperer
teaching a horse to speak
The Story of the Enchanted Horse
Bell horses
Do not have sex with horses. Seriously, don't.
Horse sense
The Coach and Horses Public House
I could eat a horse
American Quarter Horse
horse meat
All the King's Horses
The Horse and His Boy
This door is not a horse's ass!
If you see a white horse cross your fingers and make a wish
walking horse
Charlie Horse
Wooden horse
Horse Flats
happy horse shit
All the Pretty Horses
Horse chestnut
If Wishes Were Horses
Horse Rotorvator
Lincoln's lost horse, March 26, 1836
the Horse, Hunter, and Stag
Horse Stinger
Dark Horse (user)
Dark Horse Comics
Ardelli Horse Haven
Horse Bench
Your horses are on fire
Basics of training dogs and horses
horse sacrifice
White Horse Tavern
Wild Horses
A Horse Named Bill
White Horse
Horse coloration
They Shoot Horses, Don't They?
wild horse race
Judy's Horses
When I think of him now I can smell horses
Horse Feathers
Przewalski's horse
The Fox and the Horse
The fate of the Gypsy's horse
Of the Flower of Love and the Wandering Horses
The Horse
middle of summer how crazy it was
How Eulenspiegel placed himself inside his horse
Horse Holiday
Horse racing betting
The White Horse stones
horse wrangler
The Fly-Away Horse
rocking horse
Miss, I am a horse. You might want to hold your nose.
Mikkel Wants to Taste Horse Meat
Crazy Horse Malt Liquor
horse chestnut leafminer
shaving horse
Death rides a pale horse
How to bleed a horse
Horse breeds
guide horse
The delight in escaped horses
The Best Kind of Motorcycle is a Horse
Horse stance
Runaway Horses
My Flying Horse
What to do with a dead horse
Horse passport
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
spherical horse
if kisses were horses
Mendicant Horse (user)
Royal Horse Guards

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