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Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She asked me to read her a poem
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
she wants to kill and break hearts
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
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.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
she wants to believe
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Elizabeth I's decision to deal with her financial problems
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
she had already found her party
Why you don't want to piss her off
For my last trick, I made her disappear
she lit her thumb on fire
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
she gave her heart to a falling star
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
She doesn't really want a nice guy
She only wants me for sex
She only wants me for tech support
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Want (the state of not having her)
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
the way she wears her weary
Her hips made waves against his shore
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
My mother wants her mother to die
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
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
The shadows made her look a little treacherous.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She keeps her lies everywhere
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
all she ever wanted
She Wants Revenge
She wanted the pies to stop.
All That She Wants
She wanted a garden tucked away behind a campground. I wanted a cozy apartment on the riverfront.
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She doesn't need you, she wants you.
The World She Made
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 remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
The World I Made for Her
serene. She sips her tea
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She always was devious in her beauty
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
I don't want to see her
At night, her eyes closed, she would
How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
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.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She thought about giving him her heart
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
She Will Have Her Way
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep 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.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She knows no truth except her own.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I don't like her because she won't like me
She always confused her greys with white.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
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.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
All She Wanted
She Wanted to Leave
I wanted to touch him so badly that it made my fingertips burn
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
She wanted to go to Paris
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
The words were ways of touching and made us want to speak with hands
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She flies with her own wings
decision tree
The problem with arbitrary decisions when designing computer programs, especially when deciding abou
Florida Supreme Court Election Decision of November 21, 2000
Making a decision about a life
Executive Decision
The Valley of Decision
The Cannabis Decision (German Federal Constitutional Court)
Umpire Decision Review System
Living with "The Decision"
Bad Decision Dinosaur
The Decision
the existence of the decision itself is a mere distraction on the road to oblivion
Second-order decisions
it is a decision you make
Ribbed for her pleasure
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
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast

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