Findings:
- yellow footprints
- The Author to Her Book
- The woman with her legs apart
- Her knees
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- A soft wonder bites her lips
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- I am a mental construct in her head
- The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Faun
- Her way to the top
- Silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint
- the pelican in her piety
- Diana and Her Companions
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- Her Unhappyluck
- 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
- The If Footprints Doesnt Knock His Wife Up Pronto The Whole World Will Think He's A Homofag When You Hear This Music Band
- her lips on mine
- Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- Feel her pain
- The World I Made for Her
- My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- The Huntress Neglects Her Children
- Center of her own attention
- Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
- Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
- Elizabeth I's decision to deal with her financial problems
- I keep her in my pocket
- Is this the world of her heart?
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- 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.
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
- footprint
- Herr
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- Making her presence known
- her eyes
- I watched her from afar
- My girlfriend and her pillow
- Tiny snow noises and her footsteps
- Her legs shifting underneath the desk
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- Her presumptive green lipstick shown across the room
- Slap Her... She's French
- Herr Lehmann
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- her reflection is safe
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
- The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
- If there is a God, I hate her
- Footprints in magic and lore
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- right under her surface
- A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
- Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
- Just kiss her
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- Lady writing a Letter with Her Maid
- All that's left of her is black print
- Her smile
- To Her Coy Mistress
- she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
- radios work better when closer to her skin
- Footprints' band needs a name (document)
- I never saw her again
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
- Today I saw her again
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- Tell Laura I love her
- Want (the state of not having her)
- If you could see her through my eyes
- Only her big toes were painted
- Cherish her viscosity
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- I miss her
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- putting down her palette and brushes
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- Take Her in Your Arms
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- 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
- No more flags and footprints
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- 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
- 101 Reasons footprints should knock his wife up
- Her, eating apples
- her arms around me
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- 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
- chemical footprint
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- watching her dance
- 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
- Fading footprints on the boards lead down the quay; an empty chair remains
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- putting on her makeup
- Her name was Natalie
- 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
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- a total loss of control over her life
- A woman and her Cock
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- 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
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