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Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She thought about giving him her heart
Can't she just carpool or something?
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She could not live with or without him
Jesus did not say this; it represents the perspective of a later or different tradition
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Well, what happened? Did she succeed?
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She just looks at me
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
as she suddenly realizes that the Heart that she has been praying to did not send somebody... but is, instead, here.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
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.
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
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 lit her thumb on fire
Mira, she says
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She just stares at us like we're crazy
What, she cannot say
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She Will Have Her Way
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
When she is talking to him
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 asked me to read her a poem
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
And she flew halfway across the world for those five minutes
For the first time in either of her lives, she is held gently
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She practices her speech
God is a pretty girl across the bar who smiles and waves in your direction; and you think she is waving at you
She just appeared out of nowhere
My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
As She Climbed Across the Table
She Bit Him In Two
She says kill. I say how many.
She Came and Went
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Gays are great, so she says
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
The portion of her face she allows me to see
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
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
the way she wears her weary
She always was devious in her beauty
it went exactly as she expected
At night, she still believes in him
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
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.
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She knows no truth except her own.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She always confused her greys with white.
She keeps her lies everywhere
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
The memory cuts through her like the blade she wields
Is she really going out with him?
Here's Me Inside Her But I Can Tell From Her Vagina She Doesn't Really Care
she gave her heart to a falling star
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
Just don't let's pretend she followed you home
She won't kiss him until she marries him
She quietly hugged him back. At 8:30 she ate the rest of him.
As she waits to tell him
They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
To Him She Is A Beauty
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
It wasn't so much what you said, or what I did, but more what you said I did, and what I didn't say at all.
She just sat there
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 (or she)
She told me to say that
On she went. The woods were deep and still.
What she didn't say
He says she says
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She went out through the bathroom window
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She told me she wouldn't
She Misses Him
I don't like her because she won't like me
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She flies with her own wings
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
she had already found her party
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Tell him, she told me
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
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
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Just give him the damned fish
On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
If You See Her, Say Hello
Things you can't tell just by looking at her
It feels like fingernails across the moon. Or do you rub your wings together?
Talk to Her
A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
7 things to say to a girl to make her fall in love with you
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in her heart.
Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
Just ring her, for Christ's sake
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
confusion in her eyes that says it all
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
i clung to her cloak. (or flew)
Just kiss her
The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
Did Israel attack the Pentagon and World Trade Center?

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