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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's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
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
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
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 Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
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
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Junk mail never has to spell your name right, but important stuff does
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She has trouble acting normal
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
Silver birch
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Redemption is very much like vengeance. Redemption has more valor, and is more satisfying if you obtain it. But if you chase it blindly you can waste yourself completely.
That man has writer's block but I don't know if I'm him right now
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
every little thing she does is magic
silver birch (user)
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She always confused her greys with white.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
They had left, but her mascara kept running
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
The Jackal: Episode One: A Hero Has Risen, And She Demands Worker's Comp
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I don't like her because she won't like me
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
She Will Have Her Way
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
a shade of her own features
she gave her heart to a falling star
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
She Spoke in Nothing But Lies
So her hat does not blow away
He who has enough to eat does the hungry not believe
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
Another bed she does not own
every cloud has a silver lining
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
The hardest breath she has
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She who abandons does not return
Mandibular block injection
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She always was devious in her beauty
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She knows no truth except her own.
She asked me to read her a poem
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Searching for her silver light
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she lit her thumb on fire
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
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 may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
The Marlboro Man died of cancer, but he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha.
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
Sorry for the inconvenience, but the beta has come to an end.
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
Someone has writer's block but I don't know if I'm him right now
She might not need me. But then again she might.
what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
But she heard it
but her emails
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
Something everyone has done but nobody knows what to call it
This land does not have three hundred taels of silver!
she does not know how much I need this
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 didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
She still has my Borges book
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
She has given up on shoes completely.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
he has her eyes
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She thought about giving him her heart
She flies with her own wings
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
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
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
serene. She sips her tea
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
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 said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
she had already found her party
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 was never mine. I always shared her.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I can't get a girlfriend but my dog has a harem

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