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She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
my whole life is passing me by and I sometimes wonder why I am even still alive
She is still undoing me.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She approached me with some vague line
She Speaks to Me
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
it went exactly as she expected
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Sometimes I fly and sometimes you love me
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
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
Sometimes it hurts, makes me smile, sets me floating distant
She Fucks Me
Don't Crush that Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers
Hand me that piano
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
Sometimes I think you love that doomsday machine more than you love me.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She told me she remembers three things about me
Strange Things Sometimes Still Happen
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
sometimes death comes when it's the furthest from your mind
She misses me
That one makes me scream, she said
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She only wants me for tech support
She just looks at me
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She cleaned up for me at least.
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
I'm waiting for what will make me stand still the rest of my life
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
She saved me from Hylas' fate
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
You couldn't save me back then. I will save you now. Trust me, take my hand.
Stupid Christians, I thought, still capitalizing the word in my mind
Y M I Still Me
She still has my Borges book
She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
At night, she still believes in him
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
Actually, I went to bed this morning, sometime, but we can gloss over that.
it'd break my heart but if i knew you got away it'd give me peace of mind till the day i die
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Damn poem still haunts me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
Excuse me, may I blow your mind?
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Sometimes etiquette gets me nowhere
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
Sleep escapes me still
She only wants me for sex
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Wake me up if you still want me
She loved me for my maths
She told me to say that
and you tell me your mind is blank
Give me a minute, I'll change your mind.
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
Let me not to the marriage of true minds /Admit impediments
Cool! Now hand me the sandwich Luke.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She tells me she drives a truck.
She might not need me. But then again she might.
She Blinded Me With Science
Take me back to the day that I went blind
There must be something terribly wrong with me. Sometimes I feel like I haven't learned anything.
She asked me to read her a poem
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
it's beyond all of us, and it makes me hold your hand a little tighter
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
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.
sometimes death comes when it's the furthest thing from your mind
His mind went blank against the flesh next to him
There is a wound that is healing. There is a season waiting for me. There is a road that is turning. There is a fire still burning.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
Something she sees in men, sometimes
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
She Came and Went
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
Sometimes you still my heart
she is still a ghost
She went out through the bathroom window
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
when still her eyes held water
hand me downs
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
He held my hand - once
How, though the Sphere shewed me other mysteries of Spaceland, I still desired more; and what came of it
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She said she loved me
Would you mind never speaking to me again?
I want your hands on me
Don't give me your hand me down love
Sometimes, my paranoia overtakes me and I find myself asking, "IS ONE OF THE E2 EDITORS OUT TO GET ME!?"
She Loves Me
O Strive not still to heap disdain on me
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
I still wear the bracelet you made me
I don't like her because she won't like me
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
These people are still happening to me
My heart is a still and my blood is whiskey. Take a shot of me beneath the moon.
The smell of his cologne still makes me cry
I don't mind if you forget me
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She loves me, she loves me not
Two condoms, she makes me wear
A few minutes is all it will take sometimes to completely undo me
You gave me your hand, I gave you my fist
The monster stares back at me. I'm still young enough to believe that, with the right shoes, I can outrun it.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
Everybody with a functioning mind agrees with me; this is the definition of a functioning mind
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
she, he, and me
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
Women only like me for my mind
she seems bored with me after all this time
Tell him, she told me
She doesn't need me anymore
Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs upon me
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
The bastards hung me in the spring of '25, but I am still alive.
blue skies smile at me, blue skies inside my mind
the trust I place in you is still in me
sometimes it feels like the world is trying to tell me to wake up
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
She found me on public transportation
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
She looks at me and she laughs
She kills me
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
Sometimes I actually don't mind having the slowest modem in the world
And I could hear him call to me, as if the world went quiet for that one distinct moment
it's still just me in here
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
A still mind sees what is. A busy mind sees what is not.
Out of sight, still in mind, completely permanent
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
She told me she wouldn't
they still come to me even though i don't come to them
Halfway buried, lend me a hand
Laying On Hands
Hands off, I'm special
Hand it to
left hand
Get your filthy hands off my desert
at hand
Dead Hand Writing
Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand
Cleaning the scent of onions off your hands
Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like a Peasant
He was there, and then he wasn't, and with him went those memories
The Black Hand
Throw your hands (up) in the air, (and) wave them all around like you (just) don't care
Israel Hands
shake hands
Items On Hand
Bingo Hand Job
I once clutched death in my hands

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