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She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
Subtext: A Revisionist Fairy Tale
She Will Have Her Way
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Things Fairy Tales have taught me
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
bone in her teeth
She grew a little older, while he was telling 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.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
A fairy tale of The Soviet Union
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Indian Fairy Tales
Dig up her bones
He scribbled with black crayon all over my fairy tale books
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Fairy Tales on E2 (category)
Fairy Tale Haiku
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Letting go of old promises and fairy tales
She always confused her greys with white.
She knows no truth except her own.
She writes like the wind moves
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
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.
blood alone moves the wheels of history
Subtext: A Revisionist Fairy Tale (part 2)
velvet revolution fairy tale
Russian Fairy Tales
Fairy Tales
her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She thought about giving him her heart
She flies with her own wings
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
She was never mine. I always shared her.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She always was devious in her beauty
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
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 practices her speech
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
as the red star rises, blood and carnage and her slow ascent follows
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
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
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she gave her heart to a falling star
She asked me to read her a poem
She Moved Through The Fair
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
fairy tale
The Rose and the Beast: Fairy Tales Retold
A pathological fairy tale
in her bones
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
This isn't a fairy tale
Inu Yasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale
Fairy Tales in Feltham
Fairy Tale of New York
I was just a supporting character in your fairy tale
Grimm's Fairy Tales
He scribbled with black crayon all over my fairy tale books.
blood and carnage and her slow ascent
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Grimm's Fairy Tales (category)
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
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The Age of Fairy Tales
watching humanity move into Manhattan with the measured flow of blood
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
serene. She sips her tea
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
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
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She'd move, breaking the magnetism between her chair and my desk
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
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 picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
she lit her thumb on fire
alpha in her blood
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
she had already found her party
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
green blood excites her Japanese sweaters
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
She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
In Cold Blood
Blood, Sweat, and Tears
blood sacrifice
Half blood
In the Blood
blood pudding
Magma is the blood that spews from the earth
Reign In Blood
African Blood Brotherhood
Blood, paper and raw fear
Asparagus And Blood Orange Salad
Blood Brothers
blood on the ground as far as you see
blood relative
Books of Blood
The Capitalist Insect Preys On the Blood Of The Working Class
Hummingbird tales
Writing in Blood
Who is allowed to donate blood?
Blood wings
Blood from a stone
Type A blood
Flowers of Blood
Blood of the Wolf
The hCG Blood Test Can Cause Unnecessary Heartache
blood doping
Jesus' blood never failed me yet
I'm Armed With Quarts of Blood
tattoo of blood
Water and blood and foam
blood on red roses (user)
blood in my ears
Snake blood
40 disciples, 40 blood tests
Sorry for all the blood
Blood is yummy

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