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She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She Will Have Her Way
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
At night, her eyes closed, she would
serene. She sips her tea
Oh Come, Oh Come, Polyphemus
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
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
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
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 flies with her own wings
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She thought about giving him her heart
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Listen to me, because I am in the soapbox. This is the voice of the soapbox. I am calling to you. Do you hear the sounds of my soaply siren song? My syntactically sweet strumming along to sequential sequestrations of symmetrically snakey st
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She knows no truth except her own.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
If they put you in a copy machine, an ass would come out
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
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
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
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 was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She always confused her greys with white.
She put the "romance" in "necromancer"
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
oh come on (user)
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
Doors and windows open, she screams "COME ON, MOTHERFUCKER" at the hurricane
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I don't like her because she won't like me
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Oh Ricky, how come you never kissed me?
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
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
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
'Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad'
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
she lit her thumb on fire
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
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 Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She asked me to read her a poem
My best friend reached her aphelion. Oh, and I'm in love with her.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
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.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she gave her heart to a falling star
Why I trust myself more than I trust the government when it comes to my health.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
she had already found her party
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
come
comes
What Dreams May Come
Daisy Fuentes does not come with that six-pack of Miller Lite
come on
Here Comes Your Man
the time has come
Comics Come Home
Come As You Are
What Comes Around Goes Around
come out
Something Wicked This Way Comes
After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes
If you can't spell, you're an idiot. "Original ideas" don't come from idiots.
COME FROM
Come, let me gnaw your fingernails that I may absorb and lose myself in the wise and gritty detritus
When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again
Come on My Selector
Here I come to save the day!
Here comes the rain again
Where Does Everything Come From?
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
O the sun comes up-up-up in the opening
The Shape of Punk to Come: A Chimerical Bombination in 12 Bursts
How come we never dated?
Come again
I am the single person who comes over to do the laundry
Byzantine comes to visit me
Come Undone
come to terms
Adeste Fideles (O Come All Ye Faithful)
From Heaven High I Come
Here Come the Warm Jets
Whence Comes This Rush Of Wings? (Carol of the Birds)
O Come, Little Children
Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
Salvation doesn't always come from a Bible
Autumn has come invisibly
How did we come to this?
Nothing comes to mind.
come about
come vs. cum
Come On Pilgrim
Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning
Comes a Time
You're so come here go away
Till The Morning Comes
Hampton Comes Alive
I come to you all dressed in sound
Sylvie and Bruno: Light Come, Light Go
I come to you, defenses down
Once every thousand years a little bird comes to this rock to sharpen its beak
Ready or Not, Here I Come
Songs to Aging Children Come
We don't look for trouble but if it comes we don't run
Comes the Dealer
The train never did come that day
Do you come here often?
When Push Comes To Shove
What in the world has come over me
Where the water for the flood could have come from
Come and Praise
Along Comes Mary
... And Out Come the Wolves
just come out of the ship talking to the most blonde
Come Up From the Fields Father
In the room the women come and go

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