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She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She grew a little older, while he was telling 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.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She always confused her greys with white.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She was never mine. I always shared her.
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 had already found her party
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She always was devious in her beauty
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
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 haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
i have excuses though and i always enumerate them for her
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Had I not seen the Sun
he (or she)
The Story of Jason Squiff and Why He Had a Popcorn Hat, Popcorn Mittens and Popcorn Shoes
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
He had fallen in love, but I'm pretty sure the hellhound was only in it for the belly rubs
You've Always Had a Hidden Agenda, but people were busy with other things
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
He and She
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
she had mood ring eyes
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
He had a life before he met you, you know
Opening the cold vats, we saw what we had done
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
now he just uses one he saw on a grave
Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
I Had Always Known
The Ocelot saw the Frog, and he smiled a broad and toothy smile
Things I had not seen before coming to America
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I don't like her because she won't like me
serene. She sips her tea
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The first time I saw her
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She practices her speech
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
He always dreamed about subjects such as the very nature of the soul
If a frog had wings, he wouldn't kick his tail when he jumped
She had fingernails that shined like justice
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
You haven't seen it and you don't understand. I have malice. I have cruelty. The little fire that's always been inside me isn't so little anymore.
If he's late, you can always start without him
So she could feel as if she had danced
King George he had a Date
They had left, but her mascara kept running
She had a 10 million candlepower smile
He gave her a daisy
He says she says
He Said, She Said
she, he, and me
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
"I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
Now he dances to bring her back.
My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
making certain he was touching her
he has her eyes
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I Saw Her Again Last Night
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
I saw her clothes piled on the floor, and I cried for her
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
the way she wears her weary
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She Will Have Her Way
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.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
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 didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She thought about giving him her heart
A preview of a movie you had already seen
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
The Message of King Sakis and the Legend of the Twelve Dreams He Had in One Night
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
He had something to say. He said it.
he had a dream
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head
She had the most wonderful grin in the world
She had never kissed someone so old.
I had seen the whole thing coming like a ghost train. Here I am on the tracks, still bleeding, taking phone numbers, haunted.
I had no idea what he thought about me.
The things we always thought, yet never had the courage to speak
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
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
Spared the sight of what you wouldn't be the same if you had seen.
She Had to Be Sure
She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
He is always ready..
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
He and she are one
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
He breaks her heart on a daily basis
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
he/she
All he left her was alone
She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was coming out as he was going in.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
I never saw her again
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
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.
I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
She makes the sign of the teaspoon, he makes the sign of the wave
She flies with her own wings
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Today I saw her again
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants

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