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you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
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 was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was too beautiful to be human
for a moment the whole world was beautiful
She found me on public transportation
She doesn't need me anymore
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
What I would do If I knew what was good for me
She told me she remembers three things about me
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.
I Was Lost and You Found Me
The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
What makes me beautiful
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
the cutest baker in the room was making sadfaces at me when i walked out
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She Gave Sweet Love To Me
Death was a part of me then, too.
She Fucks Me
She kills me
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Okay, okay, I confess! It was me! I broke the internet!
You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
I was put on hold for time to gnaw me raw.
she, he, and me
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
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 tells me she drives a truck.
Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
She Speaks to Me
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was locked in time
the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
i hate this beautiful world o please let me stay here forever
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
I don't like her because she won't like me
I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
1.) Everything is beautiful; 2.) Except me
There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
It Was a Beautiful Day When Aunt Norma Died
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She loved me for my brains not my body. It's what zombies do.
This node was made for you and me
You're so beautiful you wake me in my sleep
man when you are telling me how it was
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
She saved me from Hylas' fate
She is still undoing me.
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
She looks at me and she laughs
I was the center of gravity of Chicago for one beautiful Saturday
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
They hate me because I'm beautiful
She is not beautiful
one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
The rock under my foot that told me I was real when I was an adult
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
If I was beautiful like you
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was steady
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days.
Would you love me if I was a worm
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
If I was beautiful, I'd know it
I think I was watching the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
When she was bad
She always was devious in her beauty
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was never mine. I always shared her.
The skyline was beautiful on fire
What the hell was she thinking?
Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
I Hear it was Charged Against Me
She approached me with some vague line
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
Nothing Was Beautiful and Everything Hurt
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost
She misses me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She just looks at me
She Loves Me
She said she loved me
I was a homeless bum
Nah, these random encounters with beautiful strangers won't destroy me at all. But I guess I thought it'd be a good way to die at the time.
The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
Two condoms, she makes me wear
She wakes me up by tickling my feet
She loved me for my maths
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She told me to say that
She loves me, she loves me not
She only wants me for tech support
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
Would you tell me if it was true?
Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
The stars were bright that night she left me forever
She only wants me for sex
That one makes me scream, she said
"I'm sure your song is beautiful," she laughed
Before you, there was me
I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.
She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
"My God," she said, "I'm beautiful."
Tell him, she told me
Why I politely asked the contemporary lit major I was dating to stop writing me love letters
I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
She said she loved me. The knife came down.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
she seems bored with me after all this time
She Blinded Me With Science
I was me before being me was cool.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She cleaned up for me at least.
She might not need me. But then again she might.
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
She asked me to read her a poem
Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
everyone who ever told me i was pretty was lying.
There was no one waiting for me...
she spent the night gingerly peeling me off the moon.
This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
bringing me back to when less was worth more
texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
She told me she wouldn't
Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
she couldn’t go and be beautiful

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