Findings:
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- 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.
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- 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 ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
- Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- She always was devious in her beauty
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- 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?
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
- 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.
- Besides the part where she was the only one
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- She doesn't look like Mother anymore
- It wasn't like I was sleeping anyway
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- like a tiger without her mountain
- She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- Sometimes it feels like we are more than one person
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- Looking like a pirate is fun but only having one eye annoys me
- The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
- The Lark and Her Young Ones
- Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- She Will Have Her Way
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- She practices her speech
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
- There are many like it, but this one is mine
- She always confused her greys with white.
- I would have liked thunder when she left
- If I was beautiful like you
- She is like an onion
- Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- Too many people say "I love you" when they mean "I like you"
- Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- All he left her was alone
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- Her name was Natalie
- 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
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- She thought about giving him her heart
- i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
- I was sure it was her
- making certain he was touching her
- The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- Be a model or just look like one
- I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
- I am a Pokemon and I flew like one
- My Snuffleupagus smells like CK One. This does not disturb me.
- There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- I liked the one with the whales
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- The name of the town isn't really relevant, it's like many towns in America
- I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
- What if architecture was like web design?
- Looks like 1984 was only n years off
- Napster was like the lamp with the wrong pricetag
- She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
- What seemed like tenderness was really weakness
- She must be what cocaine is like
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
- Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- 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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- serene. She sips her tea
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- she had already found her party
- She flies with her own wings
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- the way she wears her weary
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- The one the queen keeps her eye on
- sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
- 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 didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- 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.
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- She knows no truth except her own.
- she lit her thumb on fire
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- She asked me to read her a poem
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- 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, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
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