Findings:
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- 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.
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- 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
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- She always was devious in her beauty
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
- She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- She asked me to read her a poem
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- making certain he was touching her
- I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- 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 does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- Her name was Natalie
- I was sure it was her
- let her take me, feed on me, devour me
- All he left her was alone
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- I watched her from afar
- 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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- Death was a part of me then, too.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- Mom takes off her cape
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
- There was no one waiting for me...
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She flies with her own wings
- When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
- I Hear it was Charged Against Me
- Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- Okay, okay, I confess! It was me! I broke the internet!
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- I asked her not to forget me
- My man was shot for his sheep coat
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
- I was put on hold for time to gnaw me raw.
- I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
- everyone who ever told me i was pretty was lying.
- 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.
- This is no joke; I always thought it was a company that made trench coats.
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- 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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- she had already found her party
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She practices her speech
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
- I was a homeless bum
- I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
- The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
- Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
- I Was Lost and You Found Me
- You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.
- Would you tell me if it was true?
- I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
- Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
- Before you, there was me
- Take Her in Your Arms
- I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.
- What I would do If I knew what was good for me
- man when you are telling me how it was
- If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
- Why I politely asked the contemporary lit major I was dating to stop writing me love letters
- This node was made for you and me
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- Take Her up to Monto
- I was me before being me was cool.
- 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.
- I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
- A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- her arms around me
- serene. She sips her tea
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- the way she wears her weary
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
- She Will Have Her Way
- She thought about giving him her heart
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- 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
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
- While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
- Don't tell me about her
- she lit her thumb on fire
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- Bathe her and bring her to me
- She knows no truth except her own.
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- She always confused her greys with white.
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
- The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
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