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she left her handwriting all over the calendar
she had already found her party
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She knows no truth except her own.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
At night, her eyes closed, she would
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She asked me to read her a poem
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
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
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
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 keeps her lies everywhere
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 disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She thought about giving him her heart
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
serene. She sips her tea
I don't like her because she won't like me
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She always was devious in her beauty
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
the way she wears her weary
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
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 didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
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.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She flies with her own wings
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
she lit her thumb on fire
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
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 calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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.
Volunteer firefighter
Firefighter's Prayer
Retained Firefighters Union
FIREFIGHTER (user)
Rosy Palm and her five daughters
hers
her
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
The Bitch and Her Whelps
a total loss of control over her life
I do not see her
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
Her Handwriting
Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
Take Her in Your Arms
Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
Ribbed for her pleasure
Her back
Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
Written in her French Psalter
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
What do I call her?
anything without faces behind it is suspect
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
I don't want to see her
The woman with her legs apart
right under her surface
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
Pig on her back
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
To Her Door
I was sure it was her
to let her know
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
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
See her talk
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
notes I never gave her
My girlfriend and her pillow
her kitty cat (user)
Herr Geist (user)
To Her Face
To Her Body
To Her Mind
To hear her sing
Helping people cheat
The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
A soft wonder bites her lips
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
Let Her Go Down
Victoria Wood
My mother wants her mother to die
My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
Today I saw her again

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