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Inches away from her face
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
does she need to touch her own face to know?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I bet she drinks from the bottle
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
dirty dove's thick cloud of smoke wrapping around her face
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
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.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She threw herself from the bed
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
I watched her from afar
Why if I ever meet Nancy Grace, I'll punch her in her yapping poodle-like face
She tries to hold the wind, stop it from crying
She flies with her own wings
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She practices her speech
I can see her face
She Will Have Her Way
serene. She sips her tea
wipe the sweat from your brow and put a smile on your face
She knows no truth except her own.
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
her face forms in summertime
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
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.
She saved me from Hylas' fate
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She thought about giving him her heart
Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Her picture in my wallet
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 gave her heart to a falling star
She asked me to read her a poem
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
To Her Face
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
It didn't matter what star it came from, just the familiar warmth of the sunlight on his face
The Man Who Fled From Azrael
A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
From Her to Eternity
Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
Invocation to bring back fled noders from history
I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
How to Get to Heaven from Jacksonville, FL
Her face could make the ocean ache
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
On Her Face
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I don't like her because she won't like me
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
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
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
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 opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
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 does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She always was devious in her beauty
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
she had already found her party
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
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 picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She keeps her lies everywhere
His face when she fell
face time
Faces
face to face
Face on Mars
straight face
MC Face
Original Face
Faces of Death
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Waking up with a dog breathing into your face
Behold This Swarthy Face
There is despair, Mr. President, in faces you don't see, in the places you don't visit in your shining city
Something you definitely do not want on your face
The White Face / Red Nose continuum
Volcanoes are the pores of the earth's face
What face did you have before your mother and father were born?
How to feminize a masculine face
face card
Faces, Forms, & Illusions
If you don't want us to look at your breasts, don't shove them in our faces
mono vision TV face
butter face
Your face laid yellow on night
blow up in your face
Today We Choose Faces
The challenge we face
On maintaining the spirit of Christmas in the face of reality
The yellow face, it burns us!
I walked around all day with a pubic hair on my face
soft swish of tires on the streets, and my face in the mirror came as a dark surprise
There will be time, there will be time, to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
Why Dost Thou Shade Thy Lovely Face?
Charcoal Face
I have a face I cannot show, I make the rules up as I go
Mapping faces to a triangular grid of vertices
Face down, Nine edge first

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