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She Will Have Her Way
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
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
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.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Except When To Do So Would Injure Them Or Others
The people we have met in the last 5 years, & will we remember them in 10 more
A hollow longing in her that will last
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I will ask them all their dreams
As Guan Yu would surrender to the Han, but not to Cao Cao, I will surrender to you, but not to your desire to control me.
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She always confused her greys with white.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
The sky will hold them. They will be an ocean apart.
I will love them all when everyone else is long gone
The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
If you didn't have free will, would you know it?
When will you humans learn that your "feelings" (as you so call them) can stand in the way of big cash payoffs?
If guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have guns
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
does she need to touch her own face to know?
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
My knees will bend and ease into the quiet
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She practices her speech
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
Who Will Survive, and What Will Be Left of Them?
they see in me a man that is empty, in need of love. that will not hurt them.
Your words are delicious and enticing, and I would save them all like love letters
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
This moment will never come again. Would you rather enjoy it or complain about it?
The good crew will know what its captain would do
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
she had already found her party
the way she wears her weary
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She asked me to read her a poem
She knows no truth except her own.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
i have excuses though and i always enumerate them for her
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
I would have liked thunder when she left
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
But, my dear sir, if you educate them, they will no longer be Baptists
Made direct amends to such people wherever possible except when to do so would injure them or others
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years
what infant will love them, in the cold dark earth?
No point in mentioning the bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.
Slay them all. God will know his own.
I will love them all even after they are long gone
I will give them refuge in my own life
throw them away; there will be individually-wrapped replacements
Cryonic companies who will freeze you if you pay them
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She brought them home to meet the dog
You are looking for someone who does not want to be found. Even if you find them it will not be a success.
hiding your sins in the nodegel, secretly hoping that someone will find them.
when I am King, we will have no such things, but, my lads, if the old king my father were dead, we would be all kings.
Could/can vs Would/will
Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.
Loving someone, knowing down to the day when you will leave them.
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
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 sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
serene. She sips her tea
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She thought about giving him her heart
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I will kiss her blemish
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she lit her thumb on fire
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
Only her hands would give her away
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
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 keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
She flies with her own wings
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
If she didn't love you she would kill you
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Bend it like Beckham
Horseshoe Bend National Military Park
her
Do Her
Herr
her arms around me
You mean the me that you would be
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
the small of her back
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
I think I've forgiven her
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
Making her presence known
Making her presence known (part 2)

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