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Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was never mine. I always shared her.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She flies with her own wings
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She always was devious in her beauty
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She practices her speech
She always confused her greys with white.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She knows no truth except her own.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
The Price of Freedom
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
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.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
freedom is the price of privacy
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
the way she wears her weary
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
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I don't like her because she won't like me
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She asked me to read her a poem
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
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.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she gave her heart to a falling star
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
She thought about giving him her heart
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
serene. She sips her tea
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
eternal vigilance is the price of freedom
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
she lit her thumb on fire
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She keeps her lies everywhere
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
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Young Americans for Freedom
six degrees of freedom
The Machinery of Freedom
War is peace, Freedom is slavery, Ignorance is strength
freedom from suffering
Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms
Human Freedom Index
US ranking on the Human Freedom Index
The US does NOT have Freedom of Speech
vond freedom (user)
Freedom to Innovate Network
The freedom of poverty
freedom of the press
Some Elementary Comments on the Rights of Freedom of Expression
Freedom of '76
morphological freedom
Everyone has the freedom to act an asshole
Freedom of religion is not freedom from religion
freedom of information vs privacy
Freedom isn't Free
The guy who may as well already be dead and therefore doesn't care about the consequences of his actions and is able to move with perfect freedom for the remainder of what will likely be a tragically short life
The path to freedom
A symptom of human freedom
Freedom of Information Act
Freedom 90
Which party wants to deny you your freedoms next?
I don't care about society, it just gets in the way of my individual freedom
Sister Freedom Tapes
No government can ever give you freedom
Battle Cry of Freedom
What Freedom Means
Will warez and filesharing be the salvation of freedom?
American Indian Religious Freedom Act
Amendment to the American Indian Religious Freedom Act
Find the Cost of Freedom
Operation Enduring Freedom
The freedom to express dissent in America
Flight for Freedom
Presidential Medal of Freedom
Freedom is under threat from guns, abortions and children's television
Freedom and the travelling circus
Forty-One For Freedom
Freedom Summer
The Last Note of Freedom
Freedom's Landing
A comparison of personal freedoms and liberties in developed nations
Enduring Freedom
USA Freedom Corps
The Freedom Trail
degrees of freedom
Free as in Freedom
Tax Freedom Day
I am the red, the white, & the blue. No man cometh to freedom except through me.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
Freedom: I Won't
The Freedom Ship
Freedom in the Galaxy
Freedom's Choice
Freedom's Challenge
Freedom's Ransom
The Virginia Statute for Religious Freedom
Freedom and Freud's Theory of Instincts
National Coalition for Sexual Freedom
freedom for everyone
Freedom of the press and repression of the photocopier
Marriage is a positive freedom
That which threatens freedom
freedom (in the mist)
freedom borngreat (user)
MPs' Expenses and the Freedom of Information Act
Abuse of the freedom of speech
freedom forever (user)
Freedom and Necessity
I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.
fast forward to freedom

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