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For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
What seemed like tenderness was really weakness
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
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.
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
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 wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window
Sex with my sister was always really, really good
If I was beautiful like you
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was too beautiful to be human
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
What really matters is what you like, not what you are like
She had fingernails that shined like justice
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
She said I dreamed like dead men
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Because, perhaps she was cold
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
She must be what cocaine is like
She just stares at us like we're crazy
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
She felt like the word 'shatter'
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
I was hit by a train that doesn't really exist
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was free
She is and was
She knew what she was doing
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
What if architecture was like web design?
She is like an onion
Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
Jesus was a reactionary reformer, just like Martin Luther in later years.
She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
Is there any part of you that really wants this? Or is the pursuit like breathing to you?
like nothing ever was
Morning was like an ex-wife's bruises
Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
Was the Black Death really just Anthrax?
I don't like her because she won't like me
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She always was devious in her beauty
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
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.
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
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.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was so tall, and I was so in love
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was coming out as he was going in.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
What the hell was she thinking?
I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
The name of the town isn't really relevant, it's like many towns in America
Napster was like the lamp with the wrong pricetag
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Looks like 1984 was only n years off
What I really would like to do is put Everything into a drawer
I would have liked thunder when she left
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
You like me, you really like me!
How do I know if I really like coffee?
The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
It wasn't like I was sleeping anyway
I was trying to show him my insides, you know. I like to share.
Like a really good sex
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
she can't remember what it's like to be found
She tastes like gingerbread, too.
With him it was always like
He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
Feeling like you're moving when you're really sitting still
seizing on a Nugget of Truth and wielding it like it was a club
My skin felt like I was falling
She Liked Horses, and Flowers That Smell Pink
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
I really miss the woman who told me that people don't like me
She writes like the wind moves
She doesn't like you
Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
Adam really was the first man
Is she really going out with him?
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
Why is she really here?
the horrible gift was really quite right
Why Socrates was really executed
She doesn't really want a nice guy
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Sex with my accountant was always really, really efficient
It was really hot, in a Silent Hill kind of way
There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
What life after death will really be like
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
When she was bad
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was steady
She was locked in time
I would really like to beat the crap out of someone

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