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She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was coming out as he was going in.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was free
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She is and was
She knew what she was doing
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Besides the part where she was the only one
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was locked in time
She Was 18, It Was Summer
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
When she was bad
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
What the hell was she thinking?
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was too beautiful to be human
Because, perhaps she was cold
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 was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
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.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
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 didn't know what outside was anymore.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Social behaviour is determined by reproductive success
The Scots Confession: Chapter 18
A very determined walk
Bin Laden determined to strike inside the United States
It has been claimed that some or all of this article or section is incoherent and not understandable, and should possibly be reworded if the intended meaning can be determined
continuous functions are determined by their values on a dense subset
No obstacle can overcome the spirit of a man determined to choke his chicken
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Still she cried, and still the world pursues
She said
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She Walks in Beauty
What She Said
She sells sea shells
She approached me with some vague line
She Who Is
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
Murder She Wrote
She smiles in colors
She is why God is God.
She Moved Through The Fair
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
English As She Is Spoke
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She Hangs Brightly
How clear she shines
She thought about giving him her heart
Is she really going out with him?
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She Is Suffering
she being Brand
The picture she drew in my notebook
A chorus of phones each time she calls
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She said she loved me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She just sat there
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
Jennifer, is she your friend?
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The vacuum she left
She Loves You
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Loves Me
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
So she wet the bed
She said yes
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
How she saw the moon
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She Smells of Lilacs
All That She Wants
She just looks at me
He says she says
That one makes me scream, she said
She flies with her own wings
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She told me to say that
I am three, she said
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
She left without saying goodbye
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
she does not know how much I need this
She Misses Him
She threw out all my letters
Isn't She Lovely
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She remembers the stars
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
This is why she stays
She hates my futon
She Takes Flight
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She sits where she pleases
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She is the ocean.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
All She Wanted
She loved me for my maths

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