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• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
• I don't know why but I always love episodes without words. like just something about them makes me feel calm or something..
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• Your words are delicious and enticing, and I would save them all like love letters
• I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
• you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
• Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
• By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
• Throw your hands (up) in the air, (and) wave them all around like you (just) don't care
• Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
• she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• Each month I love in her own way
• She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• Staying power like no other memory, aside from love
• Twinkle, twinkle, like a star. Does love flourish from afar?
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• To withhold forgiveness from a person is like drinking poison and waiting for them to die.
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
• the way she wears her weary
• She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
• just like everybody else, we will find a way up.
• 25 ways not to tell someone that you're in love with them
• She just stares at us like we're crazy
• She Will Have Her Way
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
• sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
• She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• There are a couple of people in a cafe with only glass between them. And something important is happening
• A love poem scrawled from one stranger to another
• every little thing she does is magic
• I used to think of marriage as a plate-glass window just begging for a brick
• Like a dog standing on its hind legs, begging for attention.
• Time is nature's way of stopping things from happening all at once
• It didn't matter what star it came from, just the familiar warmth of the sunlight on his face
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
• She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
• I watched her from afar
• Removed from humanity, I realized I was just another distraction
• Ten ways to free yourself from the tyranny of your mouse
• Bringing them back from the dead
• Inches away from her face
• From Russia with Love
• Do you mind if I crash on yr stained glass couch for, like, ever?
• A Tornado South of Galveston from the Perspective of a Wet and Folded Love Letter
• Love Lies Bleeding
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• She flies with her own wings
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• She thought about giving him her heart
• born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
• The In Sound from Way Out!
• I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
• People just expect things from me
• Just some more jokes from the Necronomicon
• if you haven't learned your lesson from reading this, you can only learn it the hard way
• I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
• You can learn a lot about someone from the way they die
• heart medications which all have names like alien military from other planets
• all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
• He learned to dance from emus but he learned to love from seraphim
• Love forsakes us from time to time, and we forsake love.
• the way fish heads run from rain
• She came through the glass door, untouched by the storm that raged outside.
• Shattered Like a Glass Goblin
• steal out the eyes from the angels and set them as stars
• Things you can tell just by looking at her
• Bleeding Love
• all the little stars in my hands; crawling and bleeding
• Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
• how to stop someone's massive bleeding from the femoral artery
• I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• I had seen the whole thing coming like a ghost train. Here I am on the tracks, still bleeding, taking phone numbers, haunted.
• In the Fifties, a visitor from Great Britain to New York City notices a young Black woman driving a limousine. A portly middle-aged man, race undetermined, is in the back. Tell her story.
• And the power of the Great Peace drove the evil from them
• Women you know you should just walk away from
• every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
• Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
• What it feels like to eject from a jet fighter
• Getting an education at MIT is like trying to take a drink from a firehose
• From Her to Eternity
• Every door in my house just leads to another room
• She threw herself from the bed
• Crawling through festering flesh, hungry and, yearning, they wait for the day they will tear away from the dark.
• Yes! I am a long way from home.
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• Keeping secrets from your children may harm them
• Sacred ground a long way from nowhere
• She saved me from Hylas' fate
• Nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
• Lord I Just Can't Keep from Crying
• If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
• chapters marked by love notes from another man's wife
• She tries to hold the wind, stop it from crying
• Every Which Way but Loose
• Just to see where the bullets come from
• Listen to me, because I am in the soapbox. This is the voice of the soapbox. I am calling to you. Do you hear the sounds of my soaply siren song? My syntactically sweet strumming along to sequential sequestrations of symmetrically snakey st
• Three guys whose voices are like clear glass
• what will the internet be like five hundred years from now?
• New Learnings from the Pre-Industrial Ways of the Elves
• how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
• Leaving her lipstick on a glass as a reminder.
• The realization that you are hopelessly alone is like searching for the glasses perched on your nose
• Like a diamond etches glass
• the air lay on the land like liquid glass
• why she feels the irrational need to capture little fragments of glass
• Different ways of running into things, mostly glass
• love, dripping from the hilt of a dagger
• treat every moment like it's your last
• My love in her attire doth show her wit
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• sand is just glass minus lightning
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
• My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
• I sometimes feel like I need every human that I can form a healthy relationship with to survive
• she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
• Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
• I keep thinking I'm so tough but I rarely care enough to prove it. So am I really tough then? Or does every dog just have its day?
• Find every story and every poem you've ever written. Now rewrite them in blood.
• Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
• I knew that. My brain just chose to withhold that information from me.
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• If you press your ear to the wrist of the world you can hear every heartbeat from the beginning of time
• Stoned music memories
• How many ways can you say "It's stuff made from soy"?
• Every second that passes is like a sledgehammer to my chest
• Any sufficiently nice person is indistinguishable from someone who likes you
• I used to love women from afar. Of course, now they call it stalking.
• A Letter from the Powers of the Universe Concerning Love and Other Such Things
• The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
• Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
• I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
• Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
• The love of everyone’s life left everyone every morning
• As seen mouthed through one half inch of safety glass as the bus pulled away from the terminal and left a westward wafting cloud of exhaust
• Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
• giant surface music falling to earth like jewels from the sky
• Don't run from snipers, you'll just die tired
• Love, as seen from the inside of my head
• Every time I look at this picture, I feel a little more in love
• From the Orient, with love
• There and Back Again: Eating Our Way from Bag End to the Grey Havens, A Hobbit's Tale
• the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
• tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
• 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
• Love poem from the monsters under my bed
• Love poems from ancient Egypt
• And love keeps pouring into Toronto from everywhere it's despised
• His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
• I bet she drinks from the bottle
• Society loves to dichotomize every aspect of our daily life
• I've always wanted to hear Morrissey sing the theme song from "The Love Boat"
• Usually, if you've seen one bald man in a robe, you've seen 'em all, but most of them aren't burning alive from the inside out
• A love letter from someone who cannot say I Love You
• Every day, in every way, I strive to be a danger to myself and others
• from leptocephali to glass eels to elver eels, coming to America
• scattering, like flower petals or crowds from the sound of a gunshot
• To America with Love: Letters From The Underground
• love is such a more sustainable energy to draw from than hate
• Every time I see a dead fish that isn't, I think of you. Happiness keeps washing over me like a wave. What do I do with it all?
• It looks like a tourism brochure photo from up here
• Just Empty Every Pocket
• Of course they want to come here. Who doesn't? Besides the people from Los Angeles, but we don't speak of them.
• From stars just out of reach
• Madness drips from the walls like the wax of weeping candles, and written in the residue is the question: Where Are You Now?
• I crave it like well water, pulled up from the deep

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