Findings:
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- 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
- If you could see her through my eyes
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- her eyes can't find you at first
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- wake up and find her still there
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- her eyes were brimming with souls
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- I cannot find the right words to tell her this
- If a girl offers you her cheek, kiss her neck
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
- Her smile could light up a three-story building
- World In Her Eyes
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- Her Violet Eyes
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- From Her to Eternity
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
- The one the queen keeps her eye on
- The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- About the things you could not show her
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
- If only I could get into her head
- For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- a smiling girl with blonde eyelashes and a sundress. someday i'll find her
- Her face could make the ocean ache
- How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
- Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
- The look in her eyes
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
- I could hear her thoughts
- I watched her from afar
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
- he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
- Inches away from her face
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- her eyes
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
- 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- putting on her makeup
- I was sure it was her
- Her Voice
- Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
- Tiny snow noises and her footsteps
- In her tomb by the sounding sea
- An incomplete poem in her head
- Her way to the top
- How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
- Elizabeth I's decision to deal with her financial problems
- How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
- Taking advantage of her good nature
- Sending her a Parasympathy card
- A rope to hang her, mother, a rope to hang her
- When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- a total loss of control over her life
- The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
- A New Student and Her Father
- And her knee touched mine
- If only you could see what I've seen with your eyes
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- Documenta, the Child-Bride, bares her legs for the Ravenous Wolves of the Grey Hour
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- Calling her absence an example of negative space
- Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
- Sleep to Dream Her
- Her Space Holiday
- If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
- Jacqueline and Her Cat
- upriver, the only way for her dreams to go
- 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.
- Her braid; I obeyed
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- Property of Her Majesty The Queen
- Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
- My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
- I do not ask for her secret.
- her dopeness_root (category)
- A Leela of Her Own
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- I miss her
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- The Woman and Her Hen
- I daydream of her
- to let her know
- I ran over an old woman with her own car
- notes I never gave her
- Reply (Crumpled on Her Desk)
- Just ring her, for Christ's sake
- Der Herr der Ringe
- Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
- The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
- Cherish her viscosity
- knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
- The old hands you've baked around hers
- 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
- Wild tides guard her secrets
- Her body my platter, my secret her joy
- Rosy Palm and her five daughters
- the small of her back
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
- A soft wonder bites her lips
- Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath
- The four-eyed girl could make me cry
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- Can You Forgive Her?
- His and Her Circumstances
- All of her seconds were unencumbered
- The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
- I will have her forever but I can't touch her
- Her Unhappyluck
- If You See Her, Say Hello
- Her Ivory coast, her skin
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- Wandering about with keys dangling from an oversized shoelace around your neck
- Her back
- When I close my eyes, I see New York
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
- I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
- Today I saw her again
- so that all her children will be adventurers in light
- At her mirror, his muse
- Electrify her with a studded rubber nub
- The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
- the pelican in her piety
- the way she wears her weary
- He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
- her today and gone tomorrow
- her face forms in summertime
- you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
- His 'N' Hers
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- What makes her so cute?
- Nothing could be further from the truth
- My girlfriend and her pillow
- So bashful when I spied her
- At the Cross her Station Keeping
- serene. She sips her tea
- Gudrun sends her Sons to avenge Swanhild
- The shrapnel of her self destructive nature
- The Pope and Her Yaks
- Devil up her sleeve
- How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
- Her Vision of Heaven
- her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
- Some kiss with their eyes closed
- hers
- I do not see her
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- watching her dance
- She flies with her own wings
- The movie in her mind
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her
- I could drown in your eyes
- Center of her own attention
- Her name is Rebecca
- Herr Lehmann
- I will kiss her blemish
- bone in her teeth
- Her smile
- Something is Alive in Her Bosom
- She practices her speech
- Her Purple Satin Thigh
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