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When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
You'll never quite know how much you've lost until you get what you were looking for
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
serene. She sips her tea
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
she lit her thumb on fire
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
All of her seconds were unencumbered
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
her lips on mine
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
She knows no truth except her own.
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She always confused her greys with white.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She always was devious in her beauty
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She Will Have Her Way
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
her eyes were brimming with souls
the way she wears her weary
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She practices her speech
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
She thought about giving him her heart
I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
She keeps her lies everywhere
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I don't like her because she won't like me
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She just stares at us like we're crazy
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Only her big toes were painted
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
she had already found her party
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She flies with her own wings
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
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
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
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 asked me to read her a poem
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
she gave her heart to a falling star
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
Here her lesser words were freed to tumble
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
A soft wonder bites her lips
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
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 crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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
This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
If She Were a Shipwreck
She won't kiss him until she marries him
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.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
her
Her braid; I obeyed
The Lark Burying Her Father
The Woman and Her Hen
The Lark and Her Young Ones
I don't think of her
We told you when you were hired that you would have to work on Saturday
Things you can tell just by looking at her
Take Her up to Monto
The Author to Her Book
My love in her attire doth show her wit
If You Followed Her Gaze
putting on her makeup
I daydream of her
His 'N' Hers
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
The Old Woman And Her Pig
Her Majesty
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
Stand in the doorway and watch her
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
Since I left her
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
A Jury of Her Peers
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
A New Student and Her Father
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
her eyes
watching her dance
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
Herr Bob (user)
dance with her
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
I never called her momma
Bathe her and bring her to me
I still find strands of her hair in bed
Her knees
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
Today I saw her again
Dig up her bones
The world is her sketchbook
These things matter to her

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