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• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• Tell me where is Fancy bred?
• The House on the Island Where She Was Born
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• Besides the part where she was the only one
• I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
• When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
• She was coming out as he was going in.
• If you don't know where you're going, any path will take you there
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
• 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.
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• She always was devious in her beauty
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
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• Women who are bred to be ornaments
• What's Bred in the Bone
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• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• Only her hands would give her away
• I set the alarm clock anyway, knowing I would be up all night
• 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
• Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• She Will Have Her Way
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• She asked me to read her a poem
• She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
• She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
• Take it or leave it
• there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
• Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
• Loophole Abusing a Magic Cauldron, Chapter 11: Where Are you Going, My Little One?
• I was watching through the window, you were going through the dances.
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• I was sure it was her
• 2016 was bad enough. Is it only going to get worse?
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• she had already found her party
• Where are you going?
• 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 didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
• While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
• She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
• She knows no truth except her own.
• She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
• She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
• She always confused her greys with white.
• She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
• Take only photos, leave only footprints
• How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
• The bathroom's her bedroom, where the tears flow
• I was going to marry Marty
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• It takes two people to make you and one person to die. That is how the world is going to end.
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• The torn fragments of the world slowly stitch themselves together again, and in the rubble you hear them say: Why Are You Here?
• As I Was Going to St Ives
• She flies with her own wings
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• She thought about giving him her heart
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• I'm going to take five of those six exclamation points and drive them into the soft flesh under your fingernails
• serene. She sips her tea
• Where's Everything going?
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• the way she wears her weary
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• 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.
• Where is Harrison Ford's movie career going?
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• 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 Called in Her Soul to Come and See
• Seriously, though, who the hell did I think I was going to become?
• Knowing you're going to die when you turn 30
• Is she really going out with him?
• Mom takes off her cape
• Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
• She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
• how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
• She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
• She keeps her lies everywhere
• she gave her heart to a falling star
• She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
• Loving someone, knowing down to the day when you will leave them.
• I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
• Where the hell do you think you're going today?
• where does that leave me?
• Hell isn't not knowing where to belong. Hell is not knowing how.
• making certain he was touching her
• I'm going to have to ask you to leave
• That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
• Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
• Going Where No Man Should Go
• What's it going to take to get Star Wars?
• Take Her in Your Arms
• If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
• Wow, she is going in on that cornbread.
• Take Her up to Monto
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• If you're going to masturbate, would you at least close the fucking door?
• Where Are We Going? And What Are We Doing?
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• Her name was Natalie
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• When men were men, women were women, and you knew where you were going in life
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• Where am I going, and what am I doing in this handbasket?
• she left her handwriting all over the calendar
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
• He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• 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
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• We're going to have to take Heidi home
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• All he left her was alone
• No One Here Is Ever Going to be President: Noders raise things in the city where things fall down
• 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.
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• When I was five years old, I knew I was going to die
• she lit her thumb on fire
• I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• She practices her speech
• let her take me, feed on me, devour me
• You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
• This was not my going away party

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