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does she need to touch her own face to know?
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She doesn't need you, she wants you.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Things you can't tell just by looking at her
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She asked me to read her a poem
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
we just can't give 'em away!
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
serene. She sips her tea
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Only her hands would give her away
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She Will Have Her Way
Give Her To The Monsters
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
she needed a lot of hugs
When you can't talk about what your sexual needs are
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
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
There's something about a church that just gives you the need to giggle
Why can't I get over her
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
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
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.
her eyes can't find you at first
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
the way she wears her weary
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
We don't have what we need because we can't stop wanting
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She doesn't need me anymore
she does not know how much I need this
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
Governments need only give the appearance of justice
she can't hit
she can't remember what it's like to be found
I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Now give me something you need to remember!
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She thought about giving him her heart
Can't she just carpool or something?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She flies with her own wings
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
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.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
she had already found her party
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
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.
If a given feature can't be found in a Freeware application, you don't need it
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
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 does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
she lit her thumb on fire
She practices her speech
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
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.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She always was devious in her beauty
I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
She might not need me. But then again she might.
why she feels the irrational need to capture little fragments of glass
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
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
Men can't give directions
Can't Hardly Wait
can't
White Men Can't Jump
You Can't Do That on Television
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!
YOU CAN'T FIGHT EVIL WITH A MACARONI DUCK!
can't happen
You can't handle the truth
Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke
(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction
You can't have everything. Where would you put it?
You can't predict or control what incidents in your life your friends will remember and retell
I guess you really can't know anybody after all
Why can't I get ADSL?
You can't eat a flag
Why is the word for lisping one that lispers can't pronounce?
Trail your finger through the air, and then tell me you can't feel it
I can't stand up for falling down
If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your revolution
You gotta leave your mark somehow, and if you can't leave a purple face, leave something else!
All That You Can't Leave Behind
I can't have an original idea anymore
I can't see your face in my mind
You can't look cool carrying a poodle
Men can download naked women. Women can't download men worshipping them. Ha ha!
Words you can't use unless they describe you
You Can't Have Mary
If you can't write something nice, don't write anything at all
You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs
I can't get a girlfriend but my dog has a harem
The starfish sends a message in code that you can't see from the lighthouse
If You Can't Change the Roll - We Can't Help You.
We Can't Dance
Elephants can't jump
I can't stop torturing myself
you can't change the world, but you can change the facts
I can't be a scientist because I don't believe in God.
If you can't help it, fuck it!
When the one you love can't stop doing something you hate
You can't chop a tree down with your head
You can't rant when you're not angry
The moment you realize you can't be good at everything
How not to faint when you can't move
I can't hear you
you can't polish a turd
I had names for all of those places, but I can't remember them
If I can't win I don't want to play
Why can't we just fuck and feel good about it?
as she suddenly realizes that the Heart that she has been praying to did not send somebody... but is, instead, here.
Baseball Chronicles III: U Can't Yank R Johnson

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