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Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
serene. She sips her tea
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
does she need to touch her own face to know?
she gave her heart to a falling star
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She was never mine. I always shared 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
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
she had already found her party
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She keeps her lies everywhere
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 smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She always confused her greys with white.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She asked me to read her a poem
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She flies with her own wings
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
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 take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
the way she wears her weary
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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 you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She practices her speech
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
she lit her thumb on fire
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She thought about giving him her heart
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She knows no truth except her own.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
Since I left her
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
Let Her Go Down
The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
I watched her from afar
I never called her momma
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
What makes her so cute?
To Her Body
The world is her sketchbook
My mother wants her mother to die
Herr Geist (user)
using a circle to dot her "i"s
I was sure it was her
Her knees
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
she filled my belly with snowglobe water
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
Her Voice
I passed her on the street
See her talk
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
my baby sleeps on her head
I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
The movie in her mind
A soft wonder bites her lips
her kitty cat (user)
Victoria Wood
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
To Her Mind
The Soul selects her own Society
watching her dance
her eyes
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
Bathe her and bring her to me
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
And her knee touched mine
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
The World I Made for Her
Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
From Her to Eternity
Her raised middle finger came into focus
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
Tell Stacey I love her
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
I ran over an old woman with her own car
To Her Face
My girlfriend and her pillow
Helping people cheat
after her, I took my coffee black
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
To hear her sing
notes I never gave her
My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
Dig up her bones
These things matter to her
Today I saw her again
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
to let her know
To Her Door
A Jury of Her Peers
Stand in the doorway and watch her
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
A New Student and Her Father
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
I still find strands of her hair in bed
dance with her
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
Herr Bob (user)
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
Don't tell her she's beautiful
Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
I could hear her thoughts
Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
Feel her pain
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk

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