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He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
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 calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
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
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
whatever he touches, if it isn't false already, becomes false
I never saw her again
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
In the foyer of my mind, he remains, never venturing into the parlor
And her knee touched mine
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
he touched me then, but I forgot to feel
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
An E2 Seattle debauch aftermath node
None of It Touches Her
All he left her was alone
Now he dances to bring her back.
He gave her a daisy
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
He Touched My Shoulder: Bus Ride to Degradation
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
making certain he was touching her
he has her eyes
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
She was never mine. I always shared her.
He has redefined me, again and again
She always was devious in her beauty
some say he was never here at all
he (or she)
She practices her speech
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
He Never Died
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
He says she says
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
He backed the verbal car into the garage, only to crash it into the wall
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
Because he feared the turn of seasons
She thought about giving him her heart
Count Dracula has dyscalcula. He mumbles numbers and never slumbers.
notes I never gave her
He'll never know what he's missing
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
He and She
the way she wears her weary
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
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.
He would shrink into the sky if he could
He never killed a man that did not need killing.
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
I don't like her because she won't like me
Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.
He Never Told Me My Eyes Were Like Diamonds
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
If only I could get into her head
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Her raised middle finger came into focus
He never returned
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She Will Have Her Way
Meditation V: Of the Essence of Material Things, and, again, of God, that he Exists
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
she had already found her party
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
He and she are one
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Today I saw her again
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
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
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 lit her thumb on fire
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
She knows no truth except her own.
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
serene. She sips her tea
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
He eventually disappeared into the morning fog
He Said, She Said
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
he/she
she, he, and me
I never met him. He broke my heart.
My father never made promises he could not keep. My father never promised anything.
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
I Saw Her Again Last Night
He never looked back
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Of King Sigmund's last battle, and of how he must yield up his sword again
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
My brother never told me not to smoke. He showed me.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
He cries for me, all these years later. He'll never stop 'til I join him in the grave.
he fell into shadow, fighting a great evil
She flies with her own wings
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I never called her momma
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
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.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
when you're ready to touch me again
The portion of her face she allows me to see

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