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She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
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 always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
Kind of Hard to Describe
It's Sort of Hard to Describe
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She knew what she was doing
She was free
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
It was men who made breasts into a secret.
Man Was Made to Mourn
The first iron-on transfer I made myself was controversial
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
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 remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
And the sky was made of amethysts
This node was made for you and me
Before the World was Made
The dynasty made people die in nasty ways. This mess was necessary and they're not sorry.
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was locked in time
every secret thing was made by some one
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
What the hell was she thinking?
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
I was a homeless bum
She always was devious in her beauty
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
Besides the part where she was the only one
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.
she was waylaid by an octopus
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
How Eulenspiegel, along with the other boys, was made to eat too much bread
I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
i worked hard and it made me sick. i slacked off and it made me sick.
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
As It Was Made, It Shall Remain
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
btw, I was raised on Twinkies, I'm certain it made a lasting effect
When I was very young, I knew that the world was made of honey.
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
This book was stolen from the Harvard College Library. It was later recovered. The thief was sentenced to two years at hard labor.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
The World She Made
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
She was steady
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Sounds That Can't Be Made
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
What is that sound my hard drive is making?
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
To a girl who thought she was moving away
This is no joke; I always thought it was a company that made trench coats.
He was hard in all the wrong places
When she was bad
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Because, perhaps she was cold
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was too beautiful to be human
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She is and was
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was coming out as he was going in.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
It was hard to say hello. It was even harder to say goodbye.
And as the dreaming was danced, a sound went out
The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
If my heart was a computer, that night reformatted my hard drive
Terms used to describe breathing
Japanese words to describe tastes
If poetry could describe the way you make me feel, poetry would be illegal. Or anyway I might get arrested.
hard bop
Hard core
hard drive
The Long Hard Road Out of Hell
News for the Hard of Hearing
hard code
hard-boiled egg
Hard grass
Hards
Divinity School of Hard Knocks
Between a rock and a hard place
Rode hard and put up wet
Hands on a Hard Body
Your tax dollars hard at work
The node that tried too hard to be loved
It's hard to go back to reality after 10 hours of coding
Hard Day
most of a computer's noise is the hard drive
sometimes people are hard to read
Installing LinuxPPC on a Powermac G4's second hard drive
fixing broken hard disks
Mr. T has fallen on hard times
5.25 inch hard disks
Like a Hard Rain
Seeking poetry in hard links
Hard Rock Cafe
reformatting hard drives at 2 AM
Strike Them Hard, Drag Them to Church
When I read about crazy women, I find it hard to discern
Reasons that the English language is hard to learn
Chipirones en su tinta
Lessons learned the hard way
crashing hard
It's hard to get C!-ed when you're a boring programmer
Hard link
Sometimes it's hard to be good
Microwaved Hard Salami
Our hearts were hard, but they were warm
It must be hard for God to get a date
Hutch Owen's Working Hard
Hard Chess
A Good Man is Hard to Find
Low-level formatting an IDE hard drive
Sometimes, it's awfully hard to respect you as an individual
Someone worked hard to create vodka
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
Hard Rock Hotel and Casino
It's so hard to be unfashionable
School Hard
Hard trance
Learning a language the hard way

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