Findings:

• Her name was Natalie
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• Her name is Rebecca
• Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• The real reason pi was never calculated to a high precision in ancient times
• Using your real name on the internet
• She always was devious in her beauty
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
• Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
• She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
• you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• All he left her was alone
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• Celebrities' real names
• Real Name (tm)
• That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
• I can never be sure if it was real or just another illusion
• making certain he was touching her
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• I was sure it was her
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• Her name is Claire
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep 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
• Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• Here lies one whose name was writ in water
• There once was a girl named Irene
• There once was a chicken named Alice
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• The real horror was not what had been redacted, but the reasons why.
• Was that real, or did I dream it?
• The Real Meanings of Hip Hop Names
• The rock under my foot that told me I was real when I was an adult
• The light on the bottom of the pool that you thought was real when you were a child
• Jacques Chirac was shot in the head by a fascist named Jean-Marie Le Pen
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• One day I wrote her name upon the strand
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• 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.
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• Rosy Palm and her five daughters
• her
• Do Her
• Her braid; I obeyed
• The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
• The Bitch and Her Whelps
• The Lark Burying Her Father
• The Woman and Her Hen
• The Lark and Her Young Ones
• I don't think of her
• I can see her face
• Her Royal Highness
• If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
• Her Handwriting
• Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
• Take Her in Your Arms
• Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
• Ribbed for her pleasure
• Her back
• Written in her French Psalter
• Things you can tell just by looking at her
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• Take Her up to Monto
• The Author to Her Book
• My love in her attire doth show her wit
• If You Followed Her Gaze
• putting on her makeup
• I daydream of her
• His 'N' Hers
• For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
• A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• The Old Woman And Her Pig
• Her Majesty
• Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
• Making her presence known
• I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
• Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• I don't want to see her
• The woman with her legs apart
• right under her surface
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• Pig on her back
• She thought about giving him her heart
• Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
• To Her Door
• to let her know
• A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
• Stand in the doorway and watch her
• The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
• Since I left her
• All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
• A Jury of Her Peers
• A Jury of Her Peers: 2
• The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
• A New Student and Her Father
• Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
• her eyes
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• watching her dance
• Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
• Herr Bob (user)
• dance with her
• I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
• I never called her momma
• Bathe her and bring her to me
• I still find strands of her hair in bed
• Her knees
• A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
• Property of Her Majesty The Queen
• 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 like her because she won't like me
• Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
• Feel her pain
• From Her to Eternity
• my baby sleeps on her head
• The World I Made for Her
• I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
• Her raised middle finger came into focus
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• Tell Stacey I love her
• See her talk
• Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
• Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
• notes I never gave her
• My girlfriend and her pillow
• her kitty cat (user)
• Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
• Herr Geist (user)
• To Her Face
• To Her Body
• To Her Mind
• To hear her sing
• Helping people cheat
• The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
• A soft wonder bites her lips
• I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
• The movie in her mind
• after her, I took my coffee black
• Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• Let Her Go Down
• Victoria Wood
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• My mother wants her mother to die
• Today I saw her again
• Dig up her bones
• The world is her sketchbook
• standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
• These things matter to her
• How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
• Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
• I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.

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