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She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
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.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
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.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She asked me to read her a poem
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
She knows no truth except her own.
She grew a little older, while he was telling 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.
Bathe her and bring her to me
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Tender girl sipping and planning out her future
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
she had already found her party
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
she lit her thumb on fire
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She thought about giving him her heart
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Now he dances to bring her back.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
she gave her heart to a falling star
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
a girl and her dog
She flies with her own wings
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
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
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She always was devious in her beauty
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
At night, her eyes closed, she would
the way she wears her weary
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
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She Will Have Her Way
If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She practices her speech
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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 Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Sheila and her Dog
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She keeps her lies everywhere
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She always confused her greys with white.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I don't like her because she won't like me
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Feel her pain
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
Helping people cheat
My girlfriend and her pillow
What makes her so cute?
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
See her talk
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
I could hear her thoughts
A New Student and Her Father
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
using a circle to dot her "i"s
Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
Bring out your Dead
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
Herr Geist (user)
her kitty cat (user)
The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
Victoria Wood
To hear her sing
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
Herr Bob (user)
watching her dance
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
And her knee touched mine
I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
my baby sleeps on her head
hurt brings out the worst in us
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
I passed her on the street
some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
From Her to Eternity
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
Tell Stacey I love her
Her raised middle finger came into focus
notes I never gave her
To Her Face
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
The movie in her mind
A soft wonder bites her lips
To Her Mind
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
Let Her Go Down
after her, I took my coffee black
To Her Body
The World I Made for Her
Stand in the doorway and watch her
to let her know
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
Since I left her
I never called her momma
dance with her
Her knees
I still find strands of her hair in bed
her eyes
I ran over an old woman with her own car
I watched her from afar
Her Voice
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
Don't tell her she's beautiful
The Soul selects her own Society
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit

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