Findings:
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- Ack! Summer is almost over and I forgot to shave the cat!
- I almost had to wait
- Questions I Ask Myself At Night In Bed
- Bed Bug Empire
- Bed and Board
- Her Handwriting
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- her eyes
- The Soul selects her own Society
- her kitty cat (user)
- If only I could get into her head
- Her fluidity under a thin sheet
- Herr Kartoffelkopf hat das Tal seltsam gerettet
- Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
- Her echo
- These pictures are her past. These pictures are my future.
- green blood excites her Japanese sweaters
- wake up and find her still there
- her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- The tears of the earth keep her smile in blooms
- The papier-mâché dinosaur in her mother's toolshed, and its fateful escape
- Darkness At Noon
- The Thanksgiving Curse, or, how we keep almost getting killed.
- Almost Summer
- go to bed
- Gentleman in public and a bastard in bed
- backing bed
- after all white horses are in bed
- raised bed garden
- The Author to Her Book
- The woman with her legs apart
- Property of Her Majesty The Queen
- using a circle to dot her "i"s
- The movie in her mind
- her breasts are her trademark
- I think I fell in love with her right then and right there
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Gudrun sends her Sons to avenge Swanhild
- Morrison's Lament
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I've already forgiven her. It's all over now
- He breaks her heart on a daily basis
- Testing her patience
- i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
- I dug my claws in her heart
- I met her today, the girl I used to be
- Blue of Noon
- I think I know that I am almost always afraid.
- Almost broke the rules
- It's been almost three weeks since yesterday.
- No more monkeys jumping on the bed
- bed with movable arm-hole
- wet the bed
- if you don't stop laughing I'm going to pour Mountain Dew on your bed
- her lips on mine
- Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
- A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
- Her raised middle finger came into focus
- Dig up her bones
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- i clung to her cloak. (or flew)
- Her achilles heel
- His and Her Circumstances
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- The Pope and Her Yaks
- The Nun in her Smock
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
- Her Majesty's Government
- Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
- Her Purple Satin Thigh
- I almost did it
- Almost!
- bed
- fluidized bed filter
- Black Coffee in Bed
- He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
- bed load
- Herr
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- Making her presence known
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- Don't tell her she's beautiful
- Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
- Reply (Crumpled on Her Desk)
- Ozma and Her Friends
- Ask her if she's got an answer
- We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- Catwoman: Her Sister's Keeper
- Her Space Holiday
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- I don't owe you sympathy. You owed it to her.
- Sending her a Parasympathy card
- he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
- her persistent aura of entitlement
- Silent Noon
- The Tornado, or, how we almost all got killed.
- Pages, almost completely torn
- Air bed
- Why are other people's beds more comfortable?
- toddler bed
- Apple pie bed
- don't go to bed without knowing what your enemies taste like.
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- right under her surface
- What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
- Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
- after her, I took my coffee black
- You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
- Sheila and her Dog
- By Appointment to Her Majesty The Queen
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- I seduced her with late night laboratory thunder!
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- The waitress unbuttoned her reticence slowly
- her eyes were brimming with souls
- upriver, the only way for her dreams to go
- Elusive, her favourite perfume
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
- 3 Ninjas: High Noon at Mega Mountain
- Almost Too Much
- We almost lost Detroit
- Purbeck beds
- Mister Bed
- Sobering up before going to bed
- There are monsters in my head, under my bed. Stop.
- If you existed I would never get out of bed
- I never saw her again
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- The world is her sketchbook
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
- Telling Anna you love her the first time
- Her name is Rebecca
- Give Her To The Monsters
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- I see drops of her everywhere
- her today and gone tomorrow
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- Kill Her Softly
- as the red star rises, blood and carnage and her slow ascent follows
- I haven't bought a piece of furniture in almost 3 years
- We exchange stories of almosts, of near deaths, theories on fate and algorithm, probability and God
- So she wet the bed
- bed bath
- Old Bed
- Take Her in Your Arms
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- watching her dance
- I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
- Herr Geist (user)
- Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
- I kissed her in the hair
- A Woman of Her Tribe
- Maid Marian and Her Merry Men
- I do not ask for her secret.
- She always was devious in her beauty
- The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
- What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
- Bai Her 1 (user)
- 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
- A rope to hang her, mother, a rope to hang her
- in her other life
- Height of the sun at noon
- Almost Free Software
- How To Deconstruct Almost Anything: A Postmodern Adventure
- I turn over in bed, brush against your warmth, and know it is you
- Murphy bed
- Nice guys are good in bed
- bed (user)
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
- Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
- forget her (user)
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
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