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She thought about giving him her heart
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She practices her speech
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
A black cat walking under a ladder and breaking a mirror on Friday the 13th
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
Black Cat Lounge
Talk to Her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
black cat
She knows no truth except her own.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
does she need to touch her own face to know?
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Practical reasons to avoid black cats
She always confused her greys with white.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon (idea) mp3 (recording)
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
after her, I took my coffee black
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.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
once you see a can of white paint and a black cat...
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.
She flies with her own wings
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I have not been entirely truthful with you. I did gagoogidy that girl. I gashmoygadied her gaflavity with my googus.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
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 said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon (idea) mp3 (recording)
The Black Cat (user)
She favors black bras
Black Absinthe Cat (user)
Giving Your Cat a Pill (and your little dog, too!)
The Glass Cat Finds the Black Bag
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Your radical ideas about many things have already occurred to others but have never been articulated in a fashion so accessible to current generations
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She asked me to read her a poem
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She keeps her lies everywhere
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
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
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Every Little Thing She Cooks with Bacon (idea) mp3 (recording)
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
black cat bone
How long have you been in love with her?
Ten Reasons Why Reparations for Blacks are a Bad Idea for Blacks - and Racist Too
Black Cat White Cat
The Black Cat
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
The Adventures of The Black Girl In Her Search For God
Young Woman Holding a Black Cat
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
It's been an hour. I still love her.
Black Cats
The Little Black Cat of Momentary Friendliness
her kitty cat (user)
Toupées made of cat hair are a bad idea
She looks good in black
You'd better quit sticking your thumbs in your belt loops like that. You're giving me bad ideas.
Jacqueline and Her Cat
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
All that’s left of her is black print
Let's go, keys. I've been drinking vodka and have a lot of big ideas.
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
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.
See her talk
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She always was devious in her beauty
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
the way she wears her weary
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She Will Have Her Way
she had already found her party
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.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
I don't like her because she won't like me
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she lit her thumb on fire
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.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
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
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
The cat (rumination of all that could have been)
Riding in the subway on a snowy afternoon, avoiding people's eyes
Afternoon delight
Another afternoon in Jamaica
afternoons (user)
An Afternoon in Rehab
afternoon tea
I've frequently not been on boats
Front porch, what should have been said
Have you ever been illusioned?
It hasn't been so long, but
Have you ever been so excited about your life that it makes you almost want to cry?
i like it when we talk about the deep stuff
So now that I've been cursed to die...
As if we had been sitting next to each other for years
My life has suddenly been decided for me
It is never too late to be what you would have been
Could I Have Been?
I've Been Tired

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