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She was never mine. I always shared her.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
This product was tested on cute, furry animals with big, sad eyes
Because, perhaps she was cold
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
When she was bad
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
she was waylaid by an octopus
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Besides the part where she was the only one
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
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 emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She knew what she was doing
She was free
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
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.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was locked in time
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
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
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
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 was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She is and was
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was too beautiful to be human
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was coming out as he was going in.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
What the hell was she thinking?
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
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 was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
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.
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Cute
Cute receptionist
Cute fuzzy widdle aminals
all the cute guys will be there
Obligatory Cute Anime Animal
Her hair, tangled
I want someone to do cute things for
Cute as hell
The cute kitten represents violence and carnage
social reality (and cute elephants)
listen mr. cute sweater you are all kinds of a sugar
How to do the fabled cute face!
The Cute Age
you were so cute
I'm Cute
Sexually harrassing each other in that cute, non-threatening teenage way
2 cute 4 u (user)
A cute lady mechanic who fixed his engine and damn near broke his heart
Cute Overload
sweetand cute (user)
thats cute (user)
sometimes cute (user)
Cute, Quaint, Hungry, and Romantic
me so cute (user)
cute gurl (user)
You look so cute with your little whiskers and your bald tail and ow, ow, that's my fingernail!
He's not cute, as in good looking, but he's got a cute psychosis
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The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
She said
the god that can be killed was never god in the first place
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
She smiles in colors
She is why God is God.
She Moved Through The Fair
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
English As She Is Spoke
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She Hangs Brightly
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
She arose and said matter-of-factly
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She misses me
So then she said
(s)he
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
I knew she wasn't faking
So happy she drools
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
God is a she
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
How clear she shines
She thought about giving him her heart
Is she really going out with him?
what she kisses twice
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She Is Suffering
she being Brand
The picture she drew in my notebook
A chorus of phones each time she calls
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
She flies with her own wings
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She still has my Borges book
He and She
He and she are one
she is not a servant to scattered branches
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
She makes my teeth naked
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
She Sleeps
She is Overheard Singing
Why she stopped crying
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She leaves a busy emptiness in the room
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She Fucks Me
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She is not beautiful
She Wanted to Leave
I am three, she said
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.

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