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She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
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 might not need me. But then again she might.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
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 really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
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 is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
When you have a trip planned, but don't go, you need to cancel your reservations
She thought about giving him her heart
It must be morning when she dreams.
She always confused her greys with white.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
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 emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
And When She Sings
She Spoke in Nothing But Lies
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
I don't like her because she won't like me
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She always was devious in her beauty
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
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 Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
she does not know how much I need this
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
she gave her heart to a falling star
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
I would have liked thunder when she left
Venus, when she is the evening star
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
When she is talking to him
She who abandons does not return
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
serene. She sips her tea
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
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 who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
But she heard it
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
What the hell was she thinking?
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Working does not mean thinking
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Well, when the president does it that means that it is not illegal.
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
every little thing she does is magic
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for 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.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
the way she wears her weary
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
she had already found her party
She Will Have Her Way
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
she lit her thumb on fire
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I keep thinking I'm so tough but I rarely care enough to prove it. So am I really tough then? Or does every dog just have its day?
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation?
She asked me to read her a poem
She knows no truth except her own.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
She keeps her lies everywhere
You mean she can
She Looked Slutty. I Don't Mean That in a Bad Way.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
When you call a girl beautiful, what does it mean?
His face when she fell
She practices her speech
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
When she was bad
When she died
Another bed she does not own
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
So bashful when I spied her
when you make the worst mistakes is when you need the most help
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
When all you want is help, and all you receive is pain
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Who do you call for help when all your friends are dead?
That Time and Absence proves Rather helps than hurts to loves
help, don't hurt! (user)
help, don't hurt (user)
Being a romantic does not mean you are good at romance
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.

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