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I was relieved to find my services no longer required
I am no longer the foolish young man I once was
Shiawase wa Tsumi no Nioi
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.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
No one older than twenty-five was stupid enough to take a job here.
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
Hayane hayaoki wa sanmon no toku
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She is not a girl, she is a woman. No, wait, she's a girl.
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 the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She is and was
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
No one ever said that the moral process of humanization was necessarily a pleasant thing.
This poem can be put off no longer
As of now you are no longer able to openly disagree with me
Why I am no longer a journalist
You are no longer someone's first
You are no longer someone's first, continued
I am no longer an EDB refugee
No Longer, Orpheus
But, my dear sir, if you educate them, they will no longer be Baptists
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
Praise and blame are forms of manipulation that you no longer require
From now on, any ordinary knowledge is no longer going to satisfy you, I'm afraid
HP is no longer an engineering company
I can no longer use variables in ordinary discourse
She always was devious in her beauty
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Slaughterhouse tour, or Why I'm no longer a lawyer
Our eyes speak of memories you no longer see
No Longer Human
I am no longer the youngest
I'm no longer in the passenger seat
No longer in my list of names
Unfortunately, there was no applause
She knew what she was doing
My life may no longer be my own
The Delusional Is No Longer Marginal
We no longer celebrate what makes us the same, only what makes us different.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Why I no longer care about pretty girls
We No Longer Knew Who We Were
One no longer loves one's insight when one communicates it
I'm so glad I'm no longer alone
There was no one waiting for me...
There is a silence in my heart, and your voice no longer breaks it
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
I no longer look askance at the outlier cats,
no longer do I feel bad while singing along to Coldplay
Beneath the shadows of buildings no longer tall
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
appeal no longer urgent
The night your father was stabbed in the back room of a convenience store. No mercy.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
In the city, silence is no longer silence but the memory of a noise
Your bed is no longer here, but the windows are
You are no longer the girl next door. You are Godzilla in a prom dress.
Just so we’re all clear, it is okay to miss people you no longer want in your life
Just so we’re all clear, it is okay to miss people who no longer want you in their lives
I can no longer tell you
you no longer denied me
Tendrils that strangle the heart I no longer have
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
it's a pity we only appreciate some once they're gone, when they can no longer defend themselves
My skin will remember your skin, but I will no longer know. I will be a ghost forever
Pokémon are no longer mythical
now that I am no longer
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
There was a land where lived no violets
She was free
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
Besides the part where she was the only one
She Was 18, It Was Summer
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was too beautiful to be human
When I was young Time had no wings
there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
The smiles you smiled when you thought no one was looking
No matter where I was, whisps of you haunted my thoughts
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
There Was No Leak
finding no answer, she stepped closer
She knows no truth except her own.
Why, Martha, for the longest time there was no railway station in Slough!
the Abayudaya sang, no one was hungry and herds of buffalo roamed the plains
No one was ever fired for buying IBM
No vocabulary for the dread she feels
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
No shit, there I was
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was steady
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was locked in time
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
This is no joke; I always thought it was a company that made trench coats.
Wharfinger was no Shakespeare
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
When she was bad
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
What the hell was she thinking?
tonari no shibafu wa aoi
She was coming out as he was going in.
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was so tall, and I was so in love
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Because, perhaps she was cold
No important data was harmed by the ILOVEYOU worm
Hurries
I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
Why Won't Jesse Helms Just Hurry Up and Die?
Hurry, and you'll get only shithead kids
Making drugs and booze last longer
To boldly go where no one has gone before
Why matter cannot reach the speed of light
no biscuit
Prices should have no more than 2 significant digits
He said, expecting the answer no
No Doubt
There is no windchill at absolute zero
No Surprises
There is no god but God
Dry bones can harm no one
no shit
Japanese no
No Limit
No Idea
Just say no to TV
No Treason: The Constitution of No Authority

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