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• She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
• You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• She Will Have Her Way
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• 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 left her handwriting all over the calendar
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• She flies with her own wings
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• serene. She sips her tea
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• 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 picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
• She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• 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
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• after her, I took my coffee black
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• She always was devious in her beauty
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• she had already found her party
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• She practices her speech
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• She thought about giving him her heart
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• the way she wears her weary
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• She sat down in black pants and mules, and I pulled up a chair to listen to her reading Billy Collins
• 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
• She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• Her Royal Highness
• river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
• The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
• I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
• Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
• I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
• Herr Korbes
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
• Herr's Potato Chips
• 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
• The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
• How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
• Bleed to Love Her
• Don't tell me about her
• The Ground Beneath Her Feet
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• Bathe her and bring her to me
• If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
• Helping people cheat
• On Her Face
• At the Cross her Station Keeping
• Der Herr der Ringe
• The first time I saw her
• Herr Geist_root (category)
• woman and her husband
• It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
• I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
• Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs
• blood and carnage and her slow ascent
• And she's walking as if her feet hurt
• I don't think of her
• The Old Woman And Her Pig
• I was sure it was her
• Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
• If you loved her, you'd be home by now
• Calling her absence an example of negative space
• The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
• Ducks can swim. What about her pearls?
• Zebras painted on her walls
• I still love her (user)
• you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
• The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice as Chronicled by her Minstrel Laura
• Inches away from her face
• If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
• I think I've forgiven her
• A New Student and Her Father
• Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
• At her mirror, his muse
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
• On Her Majesty's Service
• Sleep to Dream Her
• Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
• seagulls screaming kiss her kiss her
• Her heart is in little tiny pieces that are going to blow away.
• Small bits of glitter accidently left on her eyelashes
• what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
• She took my bell
• She took a California tilt and never came back.
• My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
• Do Her
• Take Her up to Monto
• I don't want to see her
• I still find strands of her hair in bed
• The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
• I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
• A rose in candlelight, her curves dance upon the wall
• Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
• her dopeness_root (category)
• Diana and Her Companions
• Her Unhappyluck
• My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
• let her take me, feed on me, devour me
• Why if I ever meet Nancy Grace, I'll punch her in her yapping poodle-like face
• The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
• I can see her face
• Her Majesty
• to let her know
• Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
• I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
• My mother wants her mother to die
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair
• Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her
• Can You Forgive Her?
• somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
• Admiring the sanctity of her place settings
• And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
• I keep her in my pocket
• Is this the world of her heart?
• While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
• Her Handwriting
• Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
• Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
• notes I never gave her
• He gave her a daisy
• November on her way to winter
• The words beneath her words
• Electrify her with a studded rubber nub
• I love her backwards
• All of her seconds were unencumbered
• her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
• her reflection is safe
• Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
• The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
• If there is a God, I hate her
• The Author to Her Book
• The woman with her legs apart
• Her knees
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• A soft wonder bites her lips
• I am a mental construct in her head
• The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Faun
• Her way to the top
• Silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint
• the pelican in her piety
• Lady writing a Letter with Her Maid
• All that's left of her is black print

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