Findings:

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• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• She had fingernails that shined like justice
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• she had already found her party
• She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• 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.
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
• She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
• She Will Have Her Way
• 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
• 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
• She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
• The hardest breath she has
• She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• How would you like it if they took your subculture and made it a theme night?
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• 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 left her handwriting all over the calendar
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• She flies with her own wings
• serene. She sips her tea
• She must be what cocaine is like
• she can't remember what it's like to be found
• she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
• We kissed like we had never tasted lips
• And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
• Her hips made waves against his shore
• Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
• She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
• The World I Made for Her
• She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
• 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
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
• She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
• She doesn't look like Mother anymore
• Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
• She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
• Empty at last she had room to unfurl
• She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
• So she could feel as if she had danced
• It clings to her like dedication in the rain
• I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
• This is a story I wish I had been able to write. Hope you like it.
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
• I would have liked thunder when she left
• Even the moon likes to change her colors
• She practices her speech
• The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
• For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
• she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
• this writeup made me hungry like DAMN so I'm chinging it!
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
• She always was devious in her beauty
• She had a 10 million candlepower smile
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• Gosh! That single kiss made me feel like I'm charged up with the power of a million exploding suns!
• All the things she had at one point wanted to be
• For my last trick, I made her disappear
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• She sat down in black pants and mules, and I pulled up a chair to listen to her reading Billy Collins
• My cat's breath smells like cat food
• I don't think I realized what I had gotten myself into, but it seemed like the potential for fun and insanity were there in equal parts
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
• She thought about giving him her heart
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• the way she wears her weary
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
• She tastes like gingerbread, too.
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• The colors flow through her like a rainbow
• How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
• I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
• Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
• She had the most wonderful grin in the world
• she had mood ring eyes
• Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
• Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• She is like an onion
• I wish I could burn like god
• scattering, like flower petals or crowds from the sound of a gunshot
• consulting is kind of like an open relationship
• love like you've never been hurt
• Some lovers (like the old you and I) never experience love at all
• the time I felt like a real man
• Made In Taiwan
• How M&M's are really made
• The Tesla Coil made me cry, but I got a free lunch out of it.
• My wife made me sexy!
• Making the Movies X How Railroad Photoplays are Made
• Made in DNA_root (category)
• Love Made Easy
• English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
• She just sat there
• She Sleeps
• There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
• If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
• She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
• I put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me
• She buys apples
• That's what she said
• finding no answer, she stepped closer
• Every Breath You Take
• breath weapon
• if I had my druthers
• What the Institute for Motivational Development had to say about me
• Al Capone had soup kitchens
• I had a wheelbarrow, the wheel fell off
• You Had It Coming
• I had the pleasure of interviewing a former Anne Geddes model
• When the rescue plane landed, I realized we had resorted to cannibalism too soon.
• Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
• Written in her French Psalter
• I never called her momma
• And her knee touched mine
• To hear her sing
• This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
• Just ring her, for Christ's sake
• An incomplete poem in her head
• Herr (user)
• Hannah and Her Sisters
• her kitty cat_root (category)
• Jori Faces her Fear
• It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
• 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
• Immortal Lucidity: Baggage
• Beat like a redheaded stepchild
• I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
• What is it like to have a crush on someone?

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