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She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was locked in time
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
My way of showing love was consumption
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
Because, perhaps she was cold
Besides the part where she was the only one
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel
You hit the nail on the head and the nail was directly above my heart
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She knew what she was doing
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
There was silence in my heart, but you found a way to break it.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was steady
Bragging about a high IQ is way worse than bragging about having a large dick. The latter can at least be demonstrably used for something and be put to good use.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She always was devious in her beauty
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
the way she wears her weary
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
It was the way your
I was born this way
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
An infallible way to discern whether a decade, in pop culture terms, was win or fail
The dynasty made people die in nasty ways. This mess was necessary and they're not sorry.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She is and was
She put the "romance" in "necromancer"
Once there was a way...
This was the way bodies were meant to behave
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
Which doesn’t sound so crazy when we put it that way
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
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.
What the hell was she thinking?
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
She wasn't connected to the earth the way the rest of us are
When she was bad
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She Will Have Her Way
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I was put on hold for time to gnaw me raw.
She works in mysterious ways
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was free
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was too beautiful to be human
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She Looked Slutty. I Don't Mean That in a Bad Way.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
"I was born this way" as justification for gay rights harms the gay and lesbian community
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
The space at that moment was a million ways freaky with invisible communication.
It was really hot, in a Silent Hill kind of way
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
Out of harm's way
name above the title
above the law
I choose "D," all of the above.
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
The First Annual Level Above Human Everything Extravaganza! (tm)
Praise the Lord Who Reigns Above
Death From Above
above the fold
One Step Above
Hell Below/Stars Above
The three fatal knife targets above the shoulders
the sky opened above her
Above the crowd, up to where being small is an advantage.
mine eyes desire you above all things
Over and above
None of the above
Little pieces from above
Excuse to put cheap mustard on something
putt
Put
Put out to pasture
Put out to stud
put to sleep
put two and two together
We put the urn aboard ship
Get the finger put on
You're not going to be happy until you put someone's eye out
Things people put up their butts
Rode hard and put up wet
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
put option
Put Your Hand Here
This poem can be put off no longer
Put a bug on
Put a chiv on
Put a mark on
Put a spot on
dr's Hospital Adventure : nurses put up with more than you can ever realize
Why people put quotes around words on signs
Being put on hold
Put that in your pipe and smoke it
How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?

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