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• I still find strands of her hair in bed
• About the things you could not show her
• If you could see her through my eyes
• If only I could get into her head
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• Her face could make the ocean ache
• Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
• Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific
• I could hear her thoughts
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
• My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
• I kissed her in the hair
• A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
• Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair IV
• spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
• Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
• While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
• Her smile could light up a three-story building
• standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
• Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
• The smell of lost loves
• bags smells (user)
• "Hey wouldn't it be cool if we could do this" rule
• The Little Engine that Could
• How one man could control the Senate
• He would shrink into the sky if he could
• I wish I could speak in code
• You could be the Willow, I could be the Wind.
• I've read books so I know things that sound like they could be true
• It'll put hair on your chest
• Toupées made of cat hair are a bad idea
• The philosophy of colored hair
• The Man Felt an Iron Hand Grasp Him by the Hair, at the Nape. Not One Hand, a Hundred Hands Seized Him, Each by the Hair, and Tore Him Head to Foot, the Way You Tear Up a Sheet of Paper, Into Hundreds of Little Pieces
• Stadia hairs
• Her back
• Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
• dance with her
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
• forget her (user)
• She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• a smiling girl with blonde eyelashes and a sundress. someday i'll find her
• So her hat does not blow away
• Her Violet Eyes
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
• Her name is Claire
• Bleed to Love Her
• You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
• Don't tell me about her
• These people from the other village smell wrong! Kill them!
• Cowgirl smells of soil
• I wish I could invent shit
• Things that could be
• And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
• Penis for a day
• I could use some of that frenzy
• I could use a muse like you to amuse me
• Hair of the dog that bit you
• facial hair on women
• The New Wave Of American Hair Metal
• hiding behind your hair
• Things to do with hair you find in your drain
• Hair rollers
• His 'N' Hers
• She thought about giving him her heart
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
• Today I saw her again
• For my last trick, I made her disappear
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• Maid Marian and Her Merry Men
• The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
• Her protestations notwithstanding
• Debra Ann's got a tiger in her hips
• If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
• the sonnet what I wrote her
• Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs
• blood and carnage and her slow ascent
• And she's walking as if her feet hurt
• Nice to smell like the same good thing
• Smells like a bowling alley
• Vasco Da Gama's sense of smell
• Does this smell like nerve gas to you?
• Prolific? Maybe. It could just be the mania.
• Screaming Bullet of Compact Imported Death, or: How I Found Out My Mazda Protege Could Go 130mph
• Solving a maze
• How could God let this happen?
• A monkey could direct epee
• I could not expect a single surprise
• pubic hair
• Hair grass
• Gray hair
• Real sorry about the food hair
• laser hair removal
• hair extensions
• hers
• I do not see her
• The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
• A Jury of Her Peers
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• her kitty cat (user)
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• In her tomb by the sounding sea
• Der Herr der Ringe
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
• I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
• the way she wears her weary
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice as Chronicled by her Minstrel Laura
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• Her Purple Satin Thigh
• Determine your sexual preference by smell
• That musty smell
• I could make a habit out of you
• It was the least I could do
• We could take our time
• I could tell you some stories
• Thumbing down a ride when you could take the bus
• Red cunt hair
• mid-digital hair
• Dog hair
• dreams of red hair
• Twisted Hair
• How to dye your hair an unnatural color
• long blond surfer hair that never got dipped in the ocean
• On Her Majesty's Secret Service
• Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
• using a circle to dot her "i"s
• The movie in her mind
• Documenta, the Child-Bride, bares her legs for the Ravenous Wolves of the Grey Hour
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• Calling her absence an example of negative space
• Death Becomes Her
• her dopeness (user)
• No hero in her sky
• Devil up her sleeve
• Taking advantage of her good nature
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• Small bits of glitter accidently left on her eyelashes
• what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
• Smells and bells
• the smell of burning moths
• If it looks like weed and smells like weed, it's probably weed
• I'm scared to death of what havoc he could wreak in my life
• They could have sprung 50 cents for a connector
• I wish you could have met me before I became food
• Could AOL phone home?
• Could a computer take the place of a child?
• The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
• wake up hair
• wild hair
• I cut my own hair
• naturally curly hair
• short hair, long memory
• Pubic hair styles
• the grey in his hair had done nothing to tarnish the gleam in his eye
• For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
• Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• Her raised middle finger came into focus
• Dig up her bones
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• At her mirror, his muse
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• Talk to Her
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• I will have her forever but I can't touch her
• The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
• My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
• let her take me, feed on me, devour me
• Why if I ever meet Nancy Grace, I'll punch her in her yapping poodle-like face
• Blue smells like fresh

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