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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.
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She always was devious in her beauty
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was steady
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
Besides the part where she was the only one
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
When she was bad
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
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 Spoke in Nothing But Lies
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was so tall, and I was so in love
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
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 was watching me and I didn’t know it.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She is and was
She wasn't connected to the earth the way the rest of us are
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was coming out as he was going in.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She was too beautiful to be human
Hours pass, but she still counts the minutes
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
She Looks Good, but She Has an Ugly Heart
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
A woman has 30 ways of laughing, but only 1 way in which she cries.
To a girl who thought she was moving away
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
I knew she wasn't faking
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She always confused her greys with white.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was locked in time
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
She was free
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
She hated the screen porch, but she loved the heat
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Because, perhaps she was cold
Sandra will do as Sandra always does, that is, whatever she wants
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
She knew what she was doing
she was waylaid by an octopus
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
What the hell was she thinking?
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.
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She might not need me. But then again she might.
But she heard it
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
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.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
she
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
What She Said
(s)he
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
So happy she drools
She misses me
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
She stopped and took a second look
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
She Walks in Beauty
She sells sea shells
Murder She Wrote
Surah 58 She that Disputeth
That's all she wrote
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
She Hangs Brightly
English As She Is Spoke
God is a she
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
So then she said
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
Isn't She Lovely
It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
she does not know how much I need this
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She is not beautiful
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
She Who Is
She approached me with some vague line
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
She smiles in colors
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
She pulled the "I love you" on me
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
She Moved Through The Fair
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
She arose and said matter-of-factly
She is why God is God.
She is Overheard Singing
Why she stopped crying
She makes my teeth naked
I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
she broke my heart
She Fucks Me
She Wanted to Leave
She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
I am three, she said
She said
he/she
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
It was a dream. But it wasn't a dream.
She threw out all my letters
She Misses Him
She left without saying goodbye
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose

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