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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.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She thought about giving him her heart
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She Bit Him In Two
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She Will Have Her Way
I killed him today, he who does not exist
Tell him, she told me
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She knows no truth except her own.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She came through the glass door, untouched by the storm that raged outside.
I Knew Her Through a Window
So her hat does not blow away
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Another bed she does not own
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
The best drugs are taken through the eyes
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She always was devious in her beauty
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
She won't kiss him until she marries him
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 Moved Through The Fair
When she is talking to him
She Misses Him
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
the way she wears her weary
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
she does not know how much I need this
She could not live with or without him
As she waits to tell him
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
she gave her heart to a falling star
She went out through the bathroom window
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
She quietly hugged him back. At 8:30 she ate the rest of him.
She always confused her greys with white.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
She who abandons does not return
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
I didn't love him until I feared I would lose him. One does not love breathing.
he can find a cure for us, if we help him
every little thing she does is magic
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
The drinks that helped me through 2023
My best friend reached her aphelion. Oh, and I'm in love with her.
She flies with her own wings
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
The colors flow through her like a rainbow
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I don't like her because she won't like me
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
If you could see her through my eyes
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
she had already found her party
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
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.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she lit her thumb on fire
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She asked me to read her a poem
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
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
the best way to a man's heart is through the ribcage
To Him She Is A Beauty
Is she really going out with him?
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She keeps her lies everywhere
a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world
At night, she still believes in him
Martyrdom, or why mowing a Dandelion is the best thing you can do for him
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
him da best (user)
Best Buy
Some of our best friends are three minutes long
Milwaukee's Best
The best kind of tree
Revenge is a dish best served cold
my best Patrick
the best look of lipstick
Best Seller List
Love is the source of the best bad metaphors
Best War on Drugs commercials
Best Bit EP
Best of All Possible Worlds
The best Linux distribution
The best revenge
Kissing your best friend
Once you're through with me, relegate me to memory
Parking warning
Imports are never the best
They say that I have the best ass below 14th Street
I did my best and failed abysmally
laughter is the best medicine
Best of the Beast
Why Starbucks Isn't Seattle's Best Coffee
Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend
I do my best to avoid Sleep's sticky tendrils
I'm probably the best lover I'll ever have
Live Era '87-'93
Amateurs make the best techno
the best teachers assume nothing
The best lunch you can make in 5 minutes
Canada's newest and best referendum idea

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