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She knows no truth except her own.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
she had already found her party
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She thought about giving him her heart
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Helping people cheat
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She flies with her own wings
You think this is tragedy. She thinks this is fun.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She practices her speech
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.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
She keeps her lies everywhere
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
to let her know
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
She Bit Him In Two
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
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
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 feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She Will Have Her Way
She asked me to read her a poem
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
she gave her heart to a falling star
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, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
you wouldn't know it
She told me she wouldn't
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
she does not know how much I need this
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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 rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
serene. She sips her tea
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She always was devious in her beauty
Morrison's Lament
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
The clockwork of her mind is unravelling, bits and pieces coarse with emotion
the way she wears her weary
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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.
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
she lit her thumb on fire
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Small bits of glitter accidentally left on her eyelashes
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
You wouldn't know it, but I think you're achingly beautiful
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
Being tickled in the neck by a girl you know a little bit
Covering your ass
Up Your Ass
Rat's ass
The Ass and His Shadow
The Ass and His Masters
The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
The Ass and the Horse
it wouldn't be so bad if people like you would have become ghosts too
Big Ass Truck
jawbone of an ass
Photocopying your ass is not recommended
Piece of ass
The Kennedy crimes
I kick ass for the Lord!
My mom kicks ass
Persian wild ass
Bad Ass vs. Evil sunglasses
Your ass is indefensible
How to not fight and not get your ass kicked
Don't let the door hit you in the ass
Kerr's Ass
How to fight and kick ass
Decentralized networking kicked my ass
The Shoes of the Fisherman's Wife Are Some Jive Ass Slippers
Ass Pain
Put your head down and your ass in the air
The Wild Colonials
Cool ass babe
Run Your Ass Non-Stop
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.
You're so funny I think I'll kick your ass
Ass and potpourri
Grave Are The Hairs On Our Asses
Don't Be An Ass (user)
The Obscene Ass
Get your ass out of the testosterone lane!
half-assed
Bust Ass Falls
Canada Kicks Ass
You'd better start hauling ass
Drinking is like daring the universe to kick my ass
Duck's ass
My first smart ass comment

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