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Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was too beautiful to be human
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
My father's secret life was never meant to be secret
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
she was waylaid by an octopus
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She always was devious in her beauty
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She Was 18, It Was Summer
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She knew what she was doing
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was locked in time
What the hell was she thinking?
She was steady
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
When she was bad
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
To a girl who thought she was moving away
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was free
She is and was
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
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.
Besides the part where she was the only one
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
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 may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She Had to Be Sure
She Wanted to Leave
I can never be sure if it was real or just another illusion
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
She took a California tilt and never came back.
There was never supposed to be an Episode 7, 8, or 9
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
she can't remember what it's like to be found
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.
It must be morning when she dreams.
I never told you she stole my heart
some say he was never here at all
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
What she didn't say
She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
What, she cannot say
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She could be a businesswoman
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She leaves a busy emptiness in the room
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
This is why she stays
She had never kissed someone so old.
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress, never graduating up in size to add a lover.
She told me to say that
I was Dan for fifteen minutes and I never want to be Dan again
She says kill. I say how many.
Mira, she says
He says she says
She must be what cocaine is like
Gays are great, so she says
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
Why she stayed
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
can it be that it was all so simple then
How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
A chorus of phones each time she calls
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
So then she said
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
This was the way bodies were meant to behave
she being Brand
She Is Suffering
It was something that sand out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
So happy she drools
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
I used to think of sobriety as a purgatory, and that to be under the influence of drugs was relief from it. Now that I'm older I believe the opposite to be true.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
God is a she
Is she really going out with him?
I Was Meant for the Stage
English As She Is Spoke
I was never any good at maths at school
The picture she drew in my notebook
nor was there anything to be attained that you didn't already have
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
I Was the Girl You Were Told Not to Be
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
(s)he
She misses me
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
I knew she wasn't faking
She thought about giving him her heart
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
I was supposed to be dead when this picture was taken
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
what she kisses twice
the magic that was meant to capture the outlaw instead transformed him into a monster
I was meant for this
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
The real reason pi was never calculated to a high precision in ancient times
i wonder if that was meant to console
How clear she shines
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
this is unlike the story it was written to be
The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
She arose and said matter-of-factly
She Hangs Brightly
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
she turns and smiles, then walks away
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II

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