Findings:
- The House on the Island Where She Was Born
- Besides the part where she was the only one
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
- I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
- She was too beautiful to be human
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
- All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
- Where's the kaboom?
- She sits where she pleases
- To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
- She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
- she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
- It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
- She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
- Each one was the scene where you hold your breath
- If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads
- a pile of dust where a fun girl used to be
- To a girl who thought she was moving away
- No matter where I was, whisps of you haunted my thoughts
- Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
- Where Once Life Was
- The flowers smiled, but she was gone
- I will go. I shall go. I'll see where the end may be.
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- Hell isn't not knowing where to belong. Hell is not knowing how.
- throw away words we catch in cages where our hearts should be
- Finding air where matter once was
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
- Upon the hills where day was done
- He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
- She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
- Readers Be Where? (e2poll)
- I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
- She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
- The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She Had to Be Sure
- in a world where the bar keeps seeming to be lower, where stupidity has got a foothold, there is room for excellence and uncompromising vision
- She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- she was waylaid by an octopus
- My father's secret life was never meant to be secret
- She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
- A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
- She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- A conversation where none was invited
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- I didn't want to know where I was conceived
- 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.
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- Be careful where you put your laptop
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
- she couldn’t go and be beautiful
- Where we're headed, you'll be looking backwards
- All the things she had at one point wanted to be
- She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
- Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
- someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
- She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- she was just the dry smell of gasoline
- She always was devious in her beauty
- this is where we all came to be
- Because, perhaps she was cold
- She was coming out as he was going in.
- Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
- Get back to where you once belonged
- I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
- Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
- Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
- Where I Was
- 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.
- Where the floodwaters went after the flood was over
- "He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
- where was your heart when we needed it most?
- Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
- Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- She was locked in time
- She was steady
- She didn't know what outside was anymore.
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
- piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
- She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
- No One Here Is Ever Going to be President: Noders raise things in the city where things fall down
- She was so pleased to learn that she was right
- If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
- She must be what cocaine is like
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
- She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
- There is a space between your shoulders where your wings used to be
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- When she was bad
- The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
- the space where you are needs your help to be empty again
- Where have my wings gone? They are hidden, embarrassed to be seen.
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- she can't remember what it's like to be found
- she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
- She could be a businesswoman
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
- Where would America be without Canada?
- I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
- Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
- It must be morning when she dreams.
- When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
- Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
- Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
- a garden where a girl used to be
- She is and was
- will my heart be there, where I left it so long ago?
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
- Where the Bridge Used to Be
- She was so tall, and I was so in love
- She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
- And when she came back she was nobody's wife
- She knew what she was doing
- He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
- She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
- She was free
- I'd rather be lost than be where you call home
- She was very beautiful. Y'know?
- Where there was fire I brought the gasoline
- November 4, 1995
- She Was 18, It Was Summer
- There was a land where lived no violets
- Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
- Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
- 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.
- What the hell was she thinking?
- How clear she shines
- She has trouble acting normal
- She Is Suffering
- Is she really going out with him?
- Jennifer, is she your friend?
- She just sat there
- So happy she drools
- A chorus of phones each time she calls
- she being Brand
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She said she loved me
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- Who am I to critique that which she is?
- what she kisses twice
- She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
- YA protagonist, or: Where the hell is any responsible adult
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
- The picture she drew in my notebook
- God is a she
- If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
- She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She told me I'd make a good Satan
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
- Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
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