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She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Can't she just carpool or something?
She thought about giving him her heart
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She could not live with or without him
Jesus did not say this; it represents the perspective of a later or different tradition
Mira, she says
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She just appeared out of nowhere
At night, her eyes closed, she would
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She just looks at me
To Him She Is A Beauty
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 is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She asked me to read her a poem
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
Is she really going out with him?
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She says kill. I say how many.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
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.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She always was devious in her beauty
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
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.
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She always confused her greys with white.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
And she flew halfway across the world for those five minutes
She Misses Him
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
God is a pretty girl across the bar who smiles and waves in your direction; and you think she is waving at you
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
It wasn't so much what you said, or what I did, but more what you said I did, and what I didn't say at all.
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
As She Climbed Across the Table
When she is talking to him
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She went out through the bathroom window
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
Well, what happened? Did she succeed?
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
She Came and Went
She Bit Him In Two
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She told me she wouldn't
it went exactly as she expected
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
she had already found her party
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
As she waits to tell him
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
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 keeps her lies everywhere
she gave her heart to a falling star
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She practices her speech
At night, she still believes in him
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
She quietly hugged him back. At 8:30 she ate the rest of him.
She just stares at us like we're crazy
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
he (or she)
She just sat there
What she didn't say
He says she says
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Gays are great, so she says
What, she cannot say
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I don't like her because she won't like me
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She told me to say that
Tell him, she told me
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
serene. She sips her tea
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
the way she wears her weary
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She Will Have Her Way
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She won't kiss him until she marries him
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
she lit her thumb on fire
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
If You See Her, Say Hello
On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
It feels like fingernails across the moon. Or do you rub your wings together?
i clung to her cloak. (or flew)
The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
Just give him the damned fish
Just kiss her
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
7 things to say to a girl to make her fall in love with you
Things you can't tell just by looking at her
We'd kill him, but it probably wouldn't solve anything
If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him
If you meet the Buddha on the road, ask him how far it is to the next gas station. *Then* kill him.
Just because a man is nice to pretty girls, it doesn't make him a nice man
Strange man makes permanent visit
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them.
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
Just ring her, for Christ's sake
Talk to Her
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
confusion in her eyes that says it all
Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
Did Israel attack the Pentagon and World Trade Center?

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