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She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
So happy she drools
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
So you want to start a webzine
So then she said
She flies with her own wings
She practices her speech
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
this writeup made me hungry like DAMN so I'm chinging it!
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
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
I am in love with so much more than your body heat, but let's start there
They made the sunrise for people like us just so we have an excuse for why we're still up.
The World I Made for Her
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
Before she started smoking
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
Real hackers start their own IRC networks so that they can't be traced by the FBI
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
So bashful when I spied her
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 wears her failed relationships like a shield
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She was never mine. I always shared her.
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
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 was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
She knows no truth except her own.
The shadows made her look a little treacherous.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
she lit her thumb on fire
the way she wears her weary
I hope they kill me while I'm standing here, so I can die happy.
She keeps her lies everywhere
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
The World She Made
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
I wanted to touch him so badly that it made my fingertips burn
She always confused her greys with white.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
So she wet the bed
You don't even know the meaning of the word committed. I'm Andy Kaufman, motherfucker. I will die on this hill I made, in this battle I started, for this prize I already own.
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Gays are great, so she says
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
We pander to each other because we love each other so much and we'd do anything to keep each other and it's made us sensitive and it's fucking killing us all.
So you've decided to start smoking
Not wanting to sleep so the next day won't start
She had never kissed someone so old.
So she could feel as if she had danced
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I don't like her because she won't like me
She thought about giving him her heart
I am so fucking happy
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
What makes her so cute?
iam so happy (user)
For my last trick, I made her disappear
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
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.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
The portion of her face she allows me to see
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
So her hat does not blow away
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She always was devious in her beauty
The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
serene. She sips her tea
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
she had already found her party
She Will Have Her Way
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
does she need to touch her own face to know?
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
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
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Her hips made waves against his shore
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
So I let her go
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She asked me to read her a poem
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
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 who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Oven potatoes made me happy
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Made direct amends to such people wherever possible except when to do so would injure them or others
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
she gave her heart to a falling star
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
And so, we made sweet love with the weather
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
I'm so shallow, a new t-shirt makes me happy
ceili dancing
when my oxygen starts to run low
Irish Step Dancing
Dancing to Bjork in my basement
liquid dancing
Dancing Lights in Kenora
Dancing with cats
dancing in the sand
On the Art of Spider Dancing
semantic dancing at the verbal cafe
I can dancing and walking
Belly dancing moves
Rapper Sword Dancing
Dancing Day
Gene Gene the Dancing Machine
Round dancing
Voodoo: Dancing in the Dark
Tomorrow Shall be my Dancing Day
Teenagers dancing at the backyard basketball court
Leaves dancing at his feet

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