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The portion of her face she allows me to see
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
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.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
At night, her eyes closed, she would
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
See her talk
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She flies with her own wings
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
She is glowing on fire. can she see that?
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
the way she wears her weary
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
I have to check and see if they wear panties
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
And she's walking as if her feet hurt
She practices her speech
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She's beautiful in ways that make her seem fleeting
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She's a stallion, let her run
If You See Her, Say Hello
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
does she need to touch her own face to know?
If you could see her through my eyes
Don't tell her she's beautiful
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 was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She'd move, breaking the magnetism between her chair and my desk
She knows no truth except her own.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She keeps her lies everywhere
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
Something she sees in men, sometimes
(she's a monster) she ate my heart
She shed
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
She is silver, mechanical. She sees in infrared.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I don't like her because she won't like me
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Ask her if she's got an answer
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
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.
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
Slap Her... She's French
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I can see her face
she had already found her party
She Will Have Her Way
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
I do not see her
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
serene. She sips her tea
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
She's got Zelda Fitzgerald mercury in her veins
what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
she lit her thumb on fire
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
If you see her around.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
When Did You See Her Last?
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She asked me to read her a poem
I see drops of her everywhere
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She is not a girl, she is a woman. No, wait, she's a girl.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She always confused her greys with white.
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
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
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 thought about giving him her heart
I don't want to see her
Check Point
Back check
Check Print
checked exception
Google spell check
Tripping while trying to sneakily check out pretty girls
check card
cup check
background check
Fill 'er up and check the oil
Sync Check
spite check
check digit
check kiting
Checking security checks
severance pay
rubber check
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.
I write my secrets on the bathroom mirror, like Jesus, before wiping them away to check my hair.
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
How to check if someone has been to the mall
Dude, check me out. I'm like a little auditor, a sexy little auditor!
Double check your BibTeX file
Coat check
Skill check
police wellness check
Check out my skinny thighs!
vibe check
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Rosy Palm and her five daughters
hers
her

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