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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 does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
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.
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
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 Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
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'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
the way she wears her weary
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
I am my mother's daughter, and she is my daughter
She has a heap of hearts on a platter and she's not getting mine
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She keeps her lies everywhere
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.
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She still has my Borges book
She thought about giving him her heart
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She has trouble acting normal
She always was devious in her beauty
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.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She practices her speech
she lit her thumb on fire
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
She always confused her greys with white.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
she gave her heart to a falling star
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She was never mine. I always shared her.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She Will Have Her Way
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
I am the Bull and She is the China Shop
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is all I am listening to here
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She might not need me. But then again she might.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
But she heard it
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
she had mood ring eyes
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
The hardest breath she has
The Jackal: Episode One: A Hero Has Risen, And She Demands Worker's Comp
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She has given up on shoes completely.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
he has her eyes
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
serene. She sips her tea
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
The portion of her face she allows me to see
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she had already found her party
I am afraid to breathe or shut my eyes but I do both.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
I am three, she said
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She Spoke in Nothing But Lies
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
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 is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She knows no truth except her own.
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
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She asked me to read her a poem
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She flies with her own wings
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
Who am I to critique that which she is?
If you could see her through my eyes
her eyes were brimming with souls
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
what has a thousand eyes, a thousand fangs, a thousand wings and a thousand claws
when still her eyes held water
The look in her eyes
I have to firmly hold onto a belief that everyone in the world has shed tears over something beautiful
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
her eyes can't find you at first
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
Why the pineapple has a thousand eyes
Speculative bangs covered her eyes
confusion in her eyes that says it all
The distractibility of her eyes (sapphire)
I have blinked. And the world has blinked. And we open our eyes to find each other alone.
And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings
Her eyes are gold
I am no doubt moving. The question now is not where, but how. My life changes everyday. Big deal.
I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
Sorry, but I AM my fucking khakis
The one the queen keeps her eye on
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
The devil has blue eyes

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