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She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
she had already found her party
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
the way she wears her weary
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
Her Voice
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She has big eyes and a slightly cracked voice
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.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I don't like her because she won't like me
somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
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 knows no truth except her own.
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 if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
she lit her thumb on fire
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
She asked me to read her a poem
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
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 keeps her lies everywhere
She Stole My Voice
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
She thought about giving him her heart
To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
she can't remember what it's like to be found
She flies with her own wings
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
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.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
The portion of her face she allows me to see
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She always was devious in her beauty
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
At night, her eyes closed, she would
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
serene. She sips her tea
Calling her number and having a male voice answer
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She practices her speech
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She found me on public transportation
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Driving without her voice
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She always confused her greys with white.
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
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
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
have you found the words to save her?
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
found poetry
found objects
Memoirs Found in a Bathtub
Poem I found on the bus
found this morning
Duplicates Found: (superdoc)
lost and found
How to disappear completely and never be found
found sound
Fortunately I Found My Copy of Candide
The two most common things to be found on the back of a sci-fi/fantasy novel
Found: one slightly damaged happy meal toy
Keyboard not found. Press F1 to continue.
A New Found Glory
Screaming Bullet of Compact Imported Death, or: How I Found Out My Mazda Protege Could Go 130mph
Found Art Log: 9/26/00
Lost & Found
Found Poem
Found sleep and, now I know tired
Edwin Found Jesus in His Big Baggy Jeans
Found on Bancroft Avenue
404 Not Found
How the Wizard Found Dorothy
Lost and Found (user)
we found an old letter
How I found out there wasn't a Santa Claus
I found $100 today
Button-Bright is Lost, and Found Again
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Live in all found
found tape
only honest knives are found buried in backs
It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there
we found that which made the human heart beat and built an autobahn to it
The clouds found us, under the sky eating up streets
He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
Missing Monkies Found Shaved
They were looking for God but found religion instead
What we found hiding there, furious and so alone
Values found through living
We'd all be better off if shaking hands were making love, and children were found in the cabbage patch.
file not found
Not Found (user)
Lost and Found in Gunflight Metaphor
Found Poem: From a Study on Reading Habits, Grade 1 Responses
Speeding through the desert I found a fire I'd forgotten
Ftaires! We have found ftaires!
The morning I found my mother dead
Found in Space
Nothing Found
I Fell Out of School, and All I Found Was This Necklace
I found a reason
Poem I found in the scene shop at high school
Found: little doll in a purple jumper
spam as found poetry
Everything Found
found footage
He was found
found lullaby
we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
Do you imagine that his mind may have found its worldline, a track for it to fit into?
You just haven't found the right strain, yet
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
Old poems I found on my computer
You are looking for someone who does not want to be found. Even if you find them it will not be a success.

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