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Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I miss her
She thought about giving him her heart
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 nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
lest she lose all else
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
she lit her thumb on fire
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
How did I miss the recruiter?
All her stiletto syllables
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I don't like her because she won't like me
confusion in her eyes that says it all
All That She Wants
She knows no truth except her own.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
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
all she ever wanted
The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
the way she wears her weary
She was never mine. I always shared her.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
All that’s left of her is black print
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She Misses Him
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She always confused her greys with white.
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.
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
All he left her was alone
All of her seconds were unencumbered
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
Just so we’re all clear, it is okay to miss people who no longer want you in their lives
Did You Fuck Her?
When Did You See Her Last?
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.
did you add up all the cards left to play
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
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.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
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 does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She is all I am listening to here
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Little Miss & Her Savoir-faire
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She asked me to read her a poem
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She misses me
she gave her heart to a falling star
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
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
A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
It wasn't so much what you said, or what I did, but more what you said I did, and what I didn't say at all.
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
All you ever did was let it happen
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
In which book did Nietzsche claim that almost all higher culture is based on cruelty? Don't call me stupid.
she seems bored with me after all this time
If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
All blues hail Mary with her roses...but you're their masterpiece
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
Just so we’re all clear, it is okay to miss people you no longer want in your life
I could tell by all of her dead house plants
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
she reads all day
Well, what happened? Did she succeed?
I have not been entirely truthful with you. I did gagoogidy that girl. I gashmoygadied her gaflavity with my googus.
I did not miss what my body did not remember, until it was reminded
How did we survive this long if we're all selfish?
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
All She Wanted
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She threw out all my letters
serene. She sips her tea
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
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
i did that on purpose. i didn't have to miss.
All the trees are gone and we are sad and we do miss them
She practices her speech
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I've got to get away from all this escapism
All that work for nothing in an immoral black suit.
the cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems
Look where all this talking got us, baby
What were you before you were anything at all?
All Flesh Must Be Eaten
I'm out; I'm free. Down here the night air is purple. What do I do with it all?
All Through the Rain and Squally Weather
Why are all senses but vision abstract?
We Are All Prostitutes
Loving U Thru It All
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make all
All's Fair in Love and War

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