Findings:
- 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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- She always confused her greys with white.
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
- she , billowing apparation, inimitable white sheet
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- In White, Behind the One in Denim
- 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.
- Simple spaghetti in black and white
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She thought about giving him her heart
- That one makes me scream, she said
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
- She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- Besides the part where she was the only one
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- the way she wears her weary
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
- She knows no truth except her own.
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- Like white light? Or a long low moan that turns into laughing? Or the holes in Jesus' hands?
- Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
- she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- She asked me to read her a poem
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- He and she are one
- he wore black and i wore white
- one by one their blades will grind to a halt and stand still like a white forest.
- The Jackal: Episode One: A Hero Has Risen, And She Demands Worker's Comp
- standing on my lawn, with the scissors in your hands, and you could come in where you'd like, to my paper house
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- serene. She sips her tea
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
- The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She practices her speech
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- she lit her thumb on fire
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- 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 said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- The lawn was white with doctors
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- All the things she had at one point wanted to be
- She Liked Horses, and Flowers That Smell Pink
- Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White
- a little white dress
- She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
- The significance of white jet trails against the blue/pink sky
- Whereas a Naked White Man, when I met one, always appear'd a new Object unto me
- white-handed gibbon
- Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
- The White Bride and the Black One
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- She flies with her own wings
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- She always was devious in her beauty
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- Swan Dive, Cold Feet, White Dress
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- She Will Have Her Way
- she had already found her party
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- Dressed in white
- A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Bulgarian Scene - V. The Valley of the Vardar
- The Man Felt an Iron Hand Grasp Him by the Hair, at the Nape. Not One Hand, a Hundred Hands Seized Him, Each by the Hair, and Tore Him Head to Foot, the Way You Tear Up a Sheet of Paper, Into Hundreds of Little Pieces
- The Lark and Her Young Ones
- Black Hand Over Europe - Author's Preface to the English Edition
- Black Hand Over Europe - Pan-Slavism - III. The Shadow of Pan-Slavism
- Black Hand Over Europe - Pan-Slavism - I. The Vultures
- and when all the stars have fallen one last time and the skies are crumbling into my hands and the sirens are bleeding out on the beaches and the earth fades; you will remain
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
- Why can't I get over her
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Serbian Scene - IV. Pan-Serbism
- He held my hand - once
- How to cut a deck of cards with one hand
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Bulgarian Scene - IV. Behind the Barbed Wires
- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
- Her hand on my heart
- Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
- Black Hand Over Europe - Appendices: The Hidden Side of the Balkan Pact
- when still her eyes held water
- The one the queen keeps her eye on
- pretends to sleep as he looks her over
- 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
- It checked every flower twice, the dead ones too
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Croat Problem - I. The Peril
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Serbian Scene - V. Propaganda
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Serbian Scene - III. The Military Power
- Black Hand Over Europe - Pan-Slavism - II. Czechoslovakia and Roumania
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Bulgarian Scene - III. The "ORIM"
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Constitution of the Serbian Black Hand
- One hand in the other
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Story of Petrovitch
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Bulgarian Scene - II. The Macedonian Question
- The old hands you’ve baked around hers
- Unintentional irony and complete idiocy often go hand in hand with one another
- Hand over fist
- How to unclip a bra with one hand
- My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
- Inventors have one hand in the junk drawer
- Black Hand Over Europe - The Bulgarian Scene - I. Bulgaria the Unlucky
- Only her hands would give her away
- a total loss of control over her life
- I ran over an old woman with her own car
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- I Met the Devil in a Pink Flower Dress
- put your hand over the side of the boat
- a smiling girl with blonde eyelashes and a sundress. someday i'll find her
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