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She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
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 is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She has given up on shoes completely.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Dig up her bones
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
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
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 asked me to read her a poem
Ruth holding up time with her beauty
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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 don't like her because she won't like me
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress, never graduating up in size to add a lover.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The portion of her face she allows me to see
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She knows no truth except her own.
She Will Have Her Way
She thought about giving him her heart
She flies with her own wings
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.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
My mother in her tiny combat boots
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
serene. She sips her tea
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her smile could light up a three-story building
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Boot Up the Divan, Daddy's Coming Home
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
she had already found her party
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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 so quiet that nobody heard her
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
She practices her speech
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
wake up and find her still there
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
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 gave her heart to a falling star
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She always confused her greys with white.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Devil up her sleeve
Take Her up to Monto
She cleaned up for me at least.
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
dual boot
Booted
Boot Hill
boot block
LILO boot:
Smoking boot
boot and rally
Oregon boot
white shoelaces in your boots
car boot sale
Nice boots, wanna fuck?
Die With Your Boots On
moon boots
Pink go-go boots and matching rocket-launcher
goth boots
I may be a trenchie bitch, but you forget we wear combat boots!
Windows 95 Boot Sequence
Boot Magic
multi boot
How an operating system boots
How to manually configure the Windows NT Boot Process
tough as old boots
Stark Boot of Ejection
Quad boot
Boots Pharmacists Association
Give 'em the Boot
How to treat your new hiking boots
Boots (user)
!Boot
snowboard boots
You couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the directions were printed on the heel.
Venus in Bovver Boots
Boots of Great Speed
alligator boots and cocaine popsicles
Wellington boot
Smart Boot Manager
Boot linux with a usb memory stick
Denver Boot
Seven League Boots
Puss'n Boots (user)
Terry Boot
Boot (user)
The Master Cat; or, Puss in Boots
muddy boots (user)
Kinky Boots
wedge boots
linux boot disk
fruit boots
You can put your boots in the oven, but that don't make them biscuits.
Leather boots and a dirge of guitars as we lowered you into that grave
Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather are Haunting Me
Nude With Boots
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
Her Royal Highness
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock

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