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By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
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 has the biggest cock of any girl I know
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She knows no truth except her own.
she lit her thumb on fire
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
You so truly know your inner plankton, it is a revelation
She keeps her lies everywhere
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
She asked me to read her a poem
I'm so goddamned cruel to you. But you'll never know
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I don't like her because she won't like me
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
if you buy into the wizard's bullshit, soon you're all standing waist-deep in things you didn't even know could exist and no one has any clue how to stop him
she gave her heart to a falling star
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.
we never really fight, so I don't know how this is supposed to go
...if you know what I mean and I think you do
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
That man has writer's block but I don't know if I'm him right now
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
She thought about giving him her heart
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.
Helping people cheat
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
so that all her children will be adventurers in light
she had already found her party
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.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
serene. She sips her tea
So your ceiling has fallen on your pinball machine. What do you do?
So I let her go
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
This silence, it hurts me, just so you know
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
anyone would know that rain, so deep it flows in our veins
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
You know, life isn't so bad
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
he has her eyes
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
What makes her so cute?
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
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
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
to let her know
The hardest breath she has
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She Will Have Her Way
the way she wears her weary
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She always confused her greys with white.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
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 said her father died of cancer in the sixties
Why does taking a programming class in a language you already know suck so much?
For the first time in either of her lives, she is held gently
she does not know how much I need this
I am so sorry and you will never know
I don't know what Christmas means anymore
I know you don't read too good so I'll write slow
The memory cuts through her like the blade she wields
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
I've read books so I know things that sound like they could be true
she does not know how much I need this (idea) mp3 (recording)
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
Here's Me Inside Her But I Can Tell From Her Vagina She Doesn't Really Care
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
The Jackal: Episode One: A Hero Has Risen, And She Demands Worker's Comp
feline allergies
Someone has writer's block but I don't know if I'm him right now
She has given up on shoes completely.
You know a writer has made it when they stop posting on e2
someone without tattoos clearly has a fear of pain, which means in the kitchen they are slow and useless, therefore the food is weak and empty
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
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
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I have given up other interests to help you. It will be a pleasure to know that my labour has not been in vain.
She flies with her own wings
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Something everyone has done but nobody knows what to call it
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
as she suddenly realizes that the Heart that she has been praying to did not send somebody... but is, instead, here.
She still has my Borges book
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Just because Linux is Free doesn't mean Linux Software has to be Free
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
At night, her eyes closed, she would
So her hat does not blow away
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
She was never mine. I always shared her.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
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
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She practices her speech
she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
She has trouble acting normal

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