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someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
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
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was too beautiful to be human
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
cities full of ravens, silent concrete echoing back while she sings
hold back
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
I was put on hold for time to gnaw me raw.
we are trying to get a message back through the stargate
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
When she was bad
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was locked in time
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She was free
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
i've been trying to get back to the center
She tries to hold the wind, stop it from crying
I have to firmly hold onto a belief that everyone in the world has shed tears over something beautiful
She Who Holds the Sky
She sat back in the bleachers
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 a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Back when grunge was still cool
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She is and was
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
The sky rained tears. I was sure.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She took a California tilt and never came back.
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
She quietly hugged him back. At 8:30 she ate the rest of him.
just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
Back when our blood was still warm
bringing me back to when less was worth more
she may hold life
It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back
Each one was the scene where you hold your breath
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
She was steady
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
What the hell was she thinking?
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
After a six-month diet of blues and greys I was back to white. I was an empty plate.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
The night your father was stabbed in the back room of a convenience store. No mercy.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
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
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
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.
She knew what she was doing
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
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 was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
Besides the part where she was the only one
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
what i'm trying to show you is something that i was shown
I was trying to show him my insides, you know. I like to share.
Trying to catch one clear promise out of the jittery confused language the night was whispering
Back in the day
back
Back Bay
other Rocks Against, back in the day...
laid back
money-back guarantee
On Our Backs
back door
bad back
Lulu's Back in Town
short back and sides
The two most common things to be found on the back of a sci-fi/fantasy novel
Ol' Yellow Eyes is Back
back story
Ads from the back page of the Village Voice
back light
Back Street Banger
Backed Up Outback (user)
Go back for seconds
(Don't Go Back to) Rockville
Back Table
dead insects are flipped over on their backs
Amidala Got Back
Fear of the Back button
Drop the hamster and back away from the canary
Bear Back
Please cut back on your car usage
Keep coming back
Back to the moon
Burning textbooks and then selling them back
Back to Reality
Textbooks you save because there's that one chapter in back you refer to every two years or so
back to mine
I'll be back
The straw that broke the camel's back
I wish I could sleep on my back
the back roads
The Cat Came Back
If you could reset your life back 10 years, would you?
the small of her back
The most disturbing thing that I have ever seen on the back of a truck
Take Back Vermont
Hey! What's that worm hole doing in my back yard?
broken back
Exercises for the Back
Water off a duck's back
Back burner
Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
The back of beyond
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
I remember, back in the day, when the Other Users list never exceeded 19
I hate coming back from the bathroom with a wet ring
Will Ye No Come Back Again
Welcome Back
Back By Popular Demand

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