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You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
To boldly go where no man has gone before
To boldly go where no one has gone before
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Usually, if you've seen one bald man in a robe, you've seen 'em all, but most of them aren't burning alive from the inside out
she plays into the stereotype she made of herself
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She Will Have Her Way
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Do what you can, with what you've got, where you are
You can only play the cards you've been dealt
She sits where she pleases
Stop Me (If You've Heard This Before)
Where No Man Has Gone Before
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She thought about giving him her heart
She practices her speech
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.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She keeps her lies everywhere
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
Besides the part where she was the only one
Imagine the prettiest thing you've ever seen. Now make it glow.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
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
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Things I had not seen before coming to America
mindlessly going where others have gone before
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
she had already found her party
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 is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
The old hands you’ve baked around hers
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
she gave her heart to a falling star
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 said her father died of cancer in the sixties
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
For the first time in either of her lives, she is held gently
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
Where have my wings gone? They are hidden, embarrassed to be seen.
she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
Play it where it lies
The memory cuts through her like the blade she wields
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
That moment before she asked
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She flies with her own wings
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
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.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I don't like her because she won't like me
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
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
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 plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
and I haven't seen her since.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Before she started smoking
the way she wears her weary
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She knows no truth except her own.
She asked me to read her a poem
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
The bathroom's her bedroom, where the tears flow
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
she lit her thumb on fire
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Ain't you ever seen a Yankee before?
A coder stumbles upon a dormant online game where real-world prizes are won; as they play, the challenges escalate to dangerous real-life tasks
The best magic trick you've ever seen
If a woman lactates honey, she probably has cooter bees
Where songs that are played around campfires with a harmonica come from
Here's Me Inside Her But I Can Tell From Her Vagina She Doesn't Really Care
Maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen
In response to you telling me I have the bluest eyes you've ever seen
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
To Dream Where No Man Has Dreamed Before
Before the Rain
Before and After Science
JeffMagnus Remembers: Everything Before Experience (a lament)
Laugh at yourself before others do
csh history expansion refers to the line before most csh expansions occurred
Cybersex before it was cool
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in his shoes
Wei Chi, before completion
I am but a moth before your flame
Before Choice Disturbs Poem
Before we dump the bodies, you guys wanna go to Hooters?
the days before porn
A buddha before history
RFC 1882
Undercover "Jesus" Surfaces Before Departure
Early, before our hands knew what to do
Quick, put your shirt back on before the cop gets here
Thirty Sonnets: At the Tomb of Napoleon Before the Elections in America -- November, 1912
To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of the women
you've been scrolling for way too long
Before Time Was
A Love Before Time
before the mast
naked before you
Getting a working visa in Japan
Shake Before Using...
We've heard it all before
Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success
Just a word before tomorrow
letter-writing is always before an absent addressee
Sobering up before going to bed
My life closed twice before its close
The Changing Experience of African-American Children Before and After the Civil War
color photography before color film
Twas the night before eye surgery

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