Findings:
- 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.
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- 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.
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- She knows no truth except her own.
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- 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
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- She asked me to read her a poem
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
- She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
- Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
- She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- "You've never danced with anyone like me before," the angel and the devil said to one another.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- 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
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
- It is safe to say that I'm going to get my payback if he is anything like me.
- I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- 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.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- She always was devious in her beauty
- She didn't know what outside was anymore.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- I will have her forever but I can't touch her
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- Bathe her and bring her to me
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- let her take me, feed on me, devour me
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- She Will Have Her Way
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- Nicest things anyone's ever done for me
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
- Her name was Natalie
- 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 had already found her party
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- A day like this could make a Transcendentalist out of anyone
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- Can anyone bring me some Shazbot?!
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- All he left her was alone
- I can't think of anyone who could appreciate more than me your eyes and your voice
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- To anyone who this may have hurt, please forgive me. The darkness keeps calling and I must go.
- The virgin was looking apprehensive about the whole ordeal, but for the right amount of cash anyone will take on a horse
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- She flies with her own wings
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- You can’t see it like that. It’s never been anyone’s responsibility to do what’s impossible. It’s not yours.
- ultimately, i just like you. more than anyone.
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- If I didn't ask, I'd never know (how much you hate me)
- Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
- serene. She sips her tea
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- Why I didn't get my driver's license until I was 18
- Why didn't you listen to me?
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- I didn't think that the air could scream in resistance until you approached me
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- I didn't want to know where I was conceived
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- I didn't know such things when I was young
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- 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.
- Sex just walked by me, and I didn't get any, dammit
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- Don't tell me about her
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- she lit her thumb on fire
- She practices her speech
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- She didn't believe in transcendence
- Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
- she didn't believe in kissing outside of art
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- If she didn't love you she would kill you
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- They need food AND water? You didn't tell me about the water part.
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- And her knee touched mine
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- I never metajoke I didn't like
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- I'm sorry, I didn't realize God was on campus today
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- the fire didn't hurt me, though---we're old friends
- 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
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- her reflection is safe
- What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
- her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
- It’s herself she didn’t love
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- the way she wears her weary
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