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What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
The memory cuts through her like the blade she wields
She doesn't look like Mother anymore
I don't like her because she won't like me
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
This guy in the computer lab who looks like he should be a doctor
If the only sexual organ you have is a penis then everything looks like a vagina
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
Only her hands would give her away
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
She practices her speech
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She asked me to read her a poem
Psst, you look like your sternum collapsed
How did the matrix know what blue looked like?
This isn't what it looks like
Never look like you're staring
She thought about giving him her heart
Give Her To The Monsters
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 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.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
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
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
sometimes things that look scary can be so beautiful, if you give them a chance
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
she gave her heart to a falling star
The shadows made her look a little treacherous.
it looks like rain
If the only tool you have is a hammer, then everything looks like a nail
Good girls who look like bad girls
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
How to do nothing, and still look like a hard worker
What did Jesus look like?
Be a model or just look like one
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
Give it the old college try
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
The way you look at me gives me butterflies
The look in her eyes
she had already found her party
Why poems are like babies...
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
It clings to her like dedication in the rain
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
do not look upon her; you shall be blinded
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
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 always was devious in her beauty
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
Here's Me Inside Her But I Can Tell From Her Vagina She Doesn't Really Care
like a tiger without her mountain
She always confused her greys with white.
For the first time in either of her lives, she is held gently
Painting a rock to make it look more like a rock
Tricks girls use to look like they swallow
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 Called in Her Soul to Come and See
It looks like you are writing a letter
Would you like to try a sample?
A baby's eyes attract attention like television
I don't like the looks of those teenagers
Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them.
Passing the baby around like a peace pipe
Looks like I picked the wrong day to quit sniffing glue
What does a candle's flame look like when it burns in space?
Look! That x looks like Jesus!
Aliens look like aliens because they're human
Neon lights under your car do not make it look like it's floating
A body that looks like a battlefield
The iMac looks like the ass end of the New Beetle
What Does Your Soul Look Like
Life is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt filled with odd waiters who give you things you never asked for and don't always like.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
summer's beginning to give up her fight
My dreams could give you nightmares, baby.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
my baby sleeps on her head
Look where all this talking got us, baby
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Snatched away, like the Lindberg baby, who everyone talked about, which explains my lifelong fear of ladders.
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
The colors flow through her like a rainbow
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 was never mine. I always shared her.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I have a sick mind. I like to pleasure myself with a hockey stick while gargling with pureed baby.
I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
the way she wears her weary
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She Will Have Her Way
At night, her eyes closed, she would
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
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
she lit her thumb on fire
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
born baby blue, tonight she is burning red
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She knows no truth except her own.
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles

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