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When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She threw herself from the bed
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
she does not know how much I need this
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She left without saying goodbye
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She Howls (user)
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She sits where she pleases
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She remembers the stars
She Misses Him
I would have liked thunder when she left
She Who Holds the Sky
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
She Said, She Said
serene. She sips her tea
She Stoops to Conquer
All She Wanted
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Isn't She Lovely
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 threw out all my letters
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
This is why she stays
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She Takes Flight
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She hates my futon
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She is the ocean.
She is the branches, you are the trunk
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She stood on my feet; and we danced
She loved me for my maths
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She only wants me for sex
The hardest breath she has
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
How's she cutting?
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
steady as she goes
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She didn't believe in transcendence
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
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.
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
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The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
She said
he/she
She Walks in Beauty
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She stopped and took a second look
She pulled the "I love you" on me
That's all she wrote
What She Said
She sells sea shells
She approached me with some vague line
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She Who Is
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
Murder She Wrote
She smiles in colors
She is why God is God.
She Moved Through The Fair
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
English As She Is Spoke
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She Hangs Brightly
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
She arose and said matter-of-factly
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She misses me
So then she said
(s)he
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
I knew she wasn't faking
So happy she drools
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
God is a she
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
How clear she shines
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She thought about giving him her heart
Is she really going out with him?
what she kisses twice
She was locked in time
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She Is Suffering
she being Brand
The picture she drew in my notebook
A chorus of phones each time she calls
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She has trouble acting normal
She said she loved me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She just sat there
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
Jennifer, is she your friend?
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The vacuum she left
She Loves You
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Loves Me
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
So she wet the bed
She said yes
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
How she saw the moon
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She Smells of Lilacs
All That She Wants
She just looks at me
He says she says
That one makes me scream, she said
She flies with her own wings
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She told me to say that
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She still has my Borges book
He and She
He and she are one
What the hell was she thinking?
she is not a servant to scattered branches
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
She Sells Sanctuary
She makes my teeth naked
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
She Sleeps
She is Overheard Singing
Why she stopped crying
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She leaves a busy emptiness in the 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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She Fucks Me
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She is not beautiful
She Wanted to Leave
she broke my heart
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
I am three, she said

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