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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.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
When she was bad
I Thought I Was A Child
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She is and was
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
what I thought was going to be a turtleneck turned out to be a dickey
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
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.
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
The teachers thought I was insane
I woke up and thought it was Saturday
she was waylaid by an octopus
more sure of all I thought was true
I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I had to call my father this evening and tell him I was dying.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was free
She was so tall, and I was so in love
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Was I nearly as anti-consumerism as I had initially thought?
You thought the silent treatment was as cold as it could get
No matter where I was, whisps of you haunted my thoughts
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
I thought that what I was taught was true.
This is no joke; I always thought it was a company that made trench coats.
I Thought My Father Was God
i saw the ugliest thing in the world and thought it was neat-o
She knew what she was doing
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
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
What the hell was she thinking?
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She always was devious in her beauty
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was too beautiful to be human
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was coming out as he was going in.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Dumb laws
For 5 minutes precisely, I thought I was dead
Shaymus is older than I thought he was
Besides the part where she was the only one
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She thought about giving him her heart
I can't remember why I thought this was a bad idea
What if Everything You Thought You Knew About AIDS Was Wrong?
She was locked in time
When I woke up this morning, I thought I was a parallelogram. I still have a sneaking suspicion.
i thought i was special, but it was you
The light on the bottom of the pool that you thought was real when you were a child
The smiles you smiled when you thought no one was looking
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was steady
My Dying Bride
As We Lay Dying
Adam's Dying
Well at least this time I don't think you're dying.
my old boss is dying, and I'm not sure what to feel
Dying of cancer
I always loved the smell of dying candles
Stoicism on Death and Dying
Hurry, think, grandma is dying
Get busy living or get busy dying
In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
The Adventure of the Dying Detective
Prayer for the Dying
Dying of the Light
He not busy being born is busy dying
Taiwan dog dyeing
The Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
BSD is dying
Dying of love
Dying Inside
In the halls of the dying
There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for
If we are not dead yet, it is because we are too busy dying to know we are dead.
To An Athlete Dying Young
Rage, rage at the dying of just another day
Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying
Lonely and Dying in 1A
Dying of a heart attack at the cinema
a great many things are dying very violently all the time
A Dying Cubs Fan's Last Request
Dying Declaration
A Kiss Before Dying
For a dying woman
Hungry, cold, and hiding from the last of the dying sunlight, the children of an unknown darkness wait.
The dying plowboy
I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to.
In My Time Of Dying
Killing and Dying
Shitty retail is dying
Dream of the Dying King
Am I dying? Have I died?
There's a fine line between dreaming and dying
living in fear is just another way of dying before your time
Even as he laid dying in my arms
dying in the subtlety
Theoretical Strategies for Not Dying Alone
she
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
She said
he/she
She Walks in Beauty
She stopped and took a second look
She pulled the "I love you" on me
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
the god that can be killed was never god in the first place
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She has trouble acting normal
She said she loved me
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She told me I'd make a good Satan
Jennifer, is she your friend?
I don't like her because she won't like me
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
The vacuum she left
She Loves You
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Loves Me
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.

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