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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
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She Will Have Her Way
I cannot find the right words to tell her this
She asked me to read her a poem
A hollow longing in her that will last
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
Trouble Will Find Me
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
look in the shadows and you will find the truth
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
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 found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The lonely ones will find each other by the heat of their bodies
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
You are looking for someone who does not want to be found. Even if you find them it will not be a success.
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
a smiling girl with blonde eyelashes and a sundress. someday i'll find her
She thought about giving him her heart
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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 said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Give me enough time, and I will find a new way to say devotion.
the way she wears her weary
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
her eyes can't find you at first
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
She keeps her lies everywhere
I still find strands of her hair in bed
hiding your sins in the nodegel, secretly hoping that someone will find them.
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
just like everybody else, we will find a way up.
Fermat will never find solace of yes
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
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
You can find a place inside my heart if you will stay
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
serene. She sips her tea
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 practices her speech
Knowing your brain is about to grow outward, a flower in full bloom
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
He who wants to fight will find a club
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
Have brain, will travel
wake up and find her still there
I cannot find the right words to touch the sky with me Yesterday tomorrow and forever in a white crystalline bask of your teddy bear beauty will you love me yes ok thx!
I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
never say anything you do not understand. you will quickly find the path to truth.
Find me and I will give you the answer
I still find her feathers
cities full of ravens, silent concrete echoing back while she sings
I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
the way will find you. it finds everyone, somehow.
It's hard to find a cure for a brain disease when you have a brain disease
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Her dreams involve a backstroke and a full moon
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.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
watch over me until i can find my way out of this labyrinth in my brain and regain my sanity
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
This exact place where we laughed so much and the way you said my name will echo always in my brain
I will kiss her blemish
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
she had already found her party
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was devious in her beauty
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she lit her thumb on fire
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
thinking about the brain surgery of your psychoanalyst, whose name is john, will make you crazy in a new way
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She knows no truth except her own.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
Pinky and the Brain
brain rectification
Brain damage
I wish I could upload my brain into Everything
This is your brain on drugs
brain stem
Global Brain
insane brain noise
If I only had a brain
Brain Drain (user)
brain augmentation
Unix brain damage
My brain went on vacation and left my pancreas in charge
bad brain day
pidgin brain
The Green Brain
Brain Teaser: Five Hats
Give Me the Brain
What're we gonna do tomorrow night, Brain?
Mutant brains of London cabbies
The Golden Turkey Award for Most Brainless Brain Movie
Boys got cooties, girls got brains
Black box for the brain
Does Pot Kill Brain Cells?
How your brain works
never trust a minty brained man
burn in the brain
Your website makes me want to remove my brain with a rusty spoon

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