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She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
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.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
How to make money in the music industry without actually making new music
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
making certain he was touching her
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Making sure your ballot was counted in a United States Election
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
I was sure it was her
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She left without saying goodbye
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
The pickup-lines that actually work
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
The Portland Oregon Everything Tea was actually a Suicide Cult Initiation!
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
Making the Movies XXXVI The Movie Soldier and His Work
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
Breaking the law without actually breaking the law
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Driving without her voice
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
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
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
What the hell was she thinking?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
Making a drum and bass duet work
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
When she was bad
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
Fallacy of making work
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
does she need to touch her own face to know?
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 who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
She practices her speech
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she lit her thumb on fire
All he left her was alone
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my 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
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was steady
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She was locked in time
the cutest baker in the room was making sadfaces at me when i walked out
like a tiger without her mountain
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She drowns quietly and without complaint
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
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 come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Making her presence known
Making her presence known (part 2)
Making her presence known (Part 3)
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
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
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Her name was Natalie
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She thought about giving him her heart
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
the way she wears her weary
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
she had already found her party
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
serene. She sips her tea
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
radios work better when closer to her skin
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
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 Will Have Her Way
She asked me to read her a poem
I don't like her because she won't like me
She knows no truth except her own.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She keeps her lies everywhere
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
Making Democracy Work
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Making it in a world without enough candy
How to Find Your Lost Cell Phone (Without Making A Fool of Yourself)
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
She flies with her own wings

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