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She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
It was something that sand out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
I would have liked thunder when she left
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
What the hell was she thinking?
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
she filled my belly with snowglobe water
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was coming out as he was going in.
She told me she wouldn't
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
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.
The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She said she loved me
She Fucks Me
If she didn't love you she would kill you
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.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She only wants me for sex
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She pulled the "I love you" on me
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She Was 18, It Was Summer
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
She Speaks to Me
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She looks at me and she laughs
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She just looks at me
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
The vacuum she left
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She doesn't need me anymore
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand
She is and was
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She only wants me for tech support
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She left without saying goodbye
She tells me she drives a truck.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She asked me to read her a poem
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She Blinded Me With Science
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She found me on public transportation
Would you love me if I was a worm
She told me she remembers three things about me
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
She was free
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was locked in time
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She misses me
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She approached me with some vague line
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
When she was bad
She Loves Me
She told me to say that
That one makes me scream, she said
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
I don't like her because she won't like me
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
She was steady
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She loves me, she loves me not
She kills me
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She loved me for my maths
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
Would you tell me if it was true?
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she, he, and me
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
She walked by his desk and left a nickel
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She left these broken things
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She cleaned up for me at least.
Tell him, she told me
Because, perhaps she was cold
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was too beautiful to be human
She knew what she was doing
she was waylaid by an octopus
She saved me from Hylas' fate
She might not need me. But then again she might.
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
She is still undoing me.
she seems bored with me after all this time
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
And he noticed my fingers / and asked me if I would play (e2poll)
I would like for you to make your arms for me the way you make your bed for you
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
bringing me back to when less was worth more
i want to show you that anything is possible. i wish you would believe me.
Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
choke me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Advice my father gave me before I left for college

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