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She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
the way she wears her weary
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She keeps her lies everywhere
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
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
The bathroom's her bedroom, where the tears flow
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Her name is Rebecca
She Will Have Her Way
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
I don't like her because she won't like me
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She flies with her own wings
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Her name is Claire
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She practices her speech
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
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 crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
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 thought about giving him her heart
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She always was devious in her beauty
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
she had already found her party
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
serene. She sips her tea
Her name was Natalie
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
she lit her thumb on fire
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She asked me to read her a poem
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
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
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She could not live with or without him
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
she gave her heart to a falling star
she lives in the woods in a cabin
She always confused her greys with white.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Bedroom community
A lady in public and a whore in the bedroom
Bedroom golf
why you should keep your bedroom tidy at all times
bedroom eyes
Keeping bedroom closet doors safe
In The Bedroom
The kind of day that makes you want to lock your bedroom door, start masturbating and never stop
How to get a kitten out of your bedroom
Bedroom Full of Rusty Keys
The Hall Bedroom
magic cookie
Cookie Crisp
cookie bar
Cookie Puss
cookie cutter
Gooky cookie
Cookie Crusher
cookie bear
Girl Scout Cookie
If You Give a Mouse a Cookie
cookie file
cookie cutter shark
How to bake a cookie which doesn't come out as hard as a rock
Sunset. Coca-Cola, cookie crumbs, just waking up.
Be a Dumbass, Get a Cookie
Cookie Monster Munch
That's the way the cookie crumbles
Group processes observed in the Hevert Ying Fortune Cookie Factory
sugar cookie pie crust
7 layer cookie bars
Philosophy cookie
Cookie cutter pornography
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Oatmeal white chocolate cranberry cookie
The Robbery of Cayke the Cookie Cook
I opened a fortune cookie for you yesterday
Double Chocolate Chip Cookie and Marshmallow Pie
The Death Cookie
Yoshi's Cookie
Spy cookie
Ginger Snap Cookie (user)
chocolate chip cookie (user)
Please eat the last bite of my cookie for me, then?
cookie mass (user)
miss cookie (user)
You eated my cookie?
You'd think a cookie killed his dog
daddy brads cookie (user)
cookie mnster (user)
cookie oatmeal
Cookie Clicker
The Cookie Jar Group
Healthier chocolate chip cookie dough
If You Followed Her Gaze
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Her Majesty
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
her arms around me
A woman and her Cock
Lady Daibu And Her Lover
Meant For Her
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
the small of her back

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