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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
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
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
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
as you get older, a lot falls away. but i am not here to tell you not to worry. i am here to give you tools.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
Here in the dark, nothing is real but time
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
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.
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
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
as she suddenly realizes that the Heart that she has been praying to did not send somebody... but is, instead, here.
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
I will have her forever but I can't touch her
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
I've never seen a glacier up close, but I've touched your hand. It felt so cold.
I cannot produce a definitive list of everywhere I have been, but I can say that I have seen a whole lot of nowhere
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
It's not happening here, but it is happening now.
Money can't buy happiness but the lack of it can cause a lot of misery
Ain't nobody here but us chickens
we can give up, but the world never will
Take Her up to Monto
you can use a lot of words and ideas to try to hide it, but you're always making a choice between love and hate
Little depth but lots of skin and penis
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She Will Have Her Way
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
They blew up the world, but what really pisses me off
What is real but compassion as we move from birth to death
The body's alive, but no head. I'm having a lot of trouble accepting it.
No Snakes, but We’ve Got a Lot of Folks Looking
I won't tell you the real reason why I hate you, but I'll tell you another which is just as good
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
I know you're up there. I am but a discontented symbol birthed from the blood of your terrible pen.
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.
There Is No Such Thing As Light/There Is No Such Thing As Darkness/This Shadow Is An Illusion/But Illusions Are Still Real/And I Still Must Step Out Of It
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
your fake name is not for everyone but good enough for me
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
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 innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Dig up her bones
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
wake up and find her still there
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Ruth holding up time with her beauty
Lots of MIPS but no I/O
Things people put up their butts
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
I may be lying in the gutter, but I am looking up at the stars
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
But they're entertaining lies, and in the end, isn't that the real truth?
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
I wanted to show you something, but the verb sucked
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
I love you, but it's cold out here
but the worm ended up killing them too
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
Our obsessions almost killed me, but now here we are, talking like normal human beings
The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
I've been offered a lot for my work, but never everything.
They call you heartless, but you have a heart, and I love you for being ashamed to show it. You are ashamed of your flood, while others are ashamed of their ebb.
The prophecy is made up, but it's also true.
Your bed is no longer here, but the windows are
but you should be right here, right next to me
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
we're all here to die. but if you think that's all it is, you still have the bag on your head.
I swear I just came here for a sandwich, but do you remember me?
My love in her attire doth show her wit
She thought about giving him her heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
But she heard it
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
Sororities are nothing but social crutches
Her smile could light up a three-story building
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
She was never mine. I always shared her.
serene. She sips her tea
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
Her name is Rebecca
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
the way she wears her weary
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
she had already found her party
Junk mail never has to spell your name right, but important stuff does
Devil up her sleeve
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Why mirrors reverse left and right, but not up and down
Her name is Claire
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
She always was devious in her beauty
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
It ought to be broad daylight, but the shadow that envelops the story shows no signs of brightening
here, but not here
It did not get nicer, but it sure got a hell of a lot more honest
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I've given up believing in anything but coffee and fishnet stockings
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
We couldn't be anywhere else but here
I get knocked down, but I get up again
They know me not by name, but numbers
Any fool with a dick can make a baby but it takes a real man to be a father
Mr. Potato Head Sprouted. He got moldy. Now he's all dried up, but he's still up in the cabinet.
She Spoke in Nothing But Lies
you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
I love you but you are not here, oh how my poor heart aches with angst
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
You're not laughing now, but I'm voting this sucka up
he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
What to do if you earn a lot but hate your job
Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
I can't remember when I fell but I love it down here
You can say the train isn't real but it's still going to sting like a son of a b
She might not need me. But then again she might.
He smiles but it's not real.
We All Get Old, But We Never Grow Up
They think I'm crazy, but I know it's real
Of course they want to come here. Who doesn't? Besides the people from Los Angeles, but we don't speak of them.
Guilt is a hard thing to bury but it’s a really easy thing to dig up
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
i carry a deep sadness of the past, perhaps always. but i am here for the present and the future. i am here for you.
There was a lot of blood, but the boys needed it
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
Don't be a smartass and offer up a contrived solution that *technically* solves the puzzle but goes against its spirit
there are no rules, but there is a lot to learn
dreaming of anywhere but here
They had left, but her mascara kept running
you can give up, but there will always be those who do not
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Her name was Natalie
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
but her emails
Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
Everyone is here, but you're nowhere near
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She flies with her own wings
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I had names for all of those places, but I can't remember them

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