Findings:

• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• Life is like a strange, unpopular restaraunt filled with odd waiters who give you things you never asked for and don't always like.
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• The memory cuts through her like the blade she wields
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• I never thought it would be like this
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• What if I had never met you? How much the poorer would my life have been.
• Many of me, laid end to end, would never reach the moon
• I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
• For the first time in either of her lives, she is held gently
• you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
• Skim this life but never live
• She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
• She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
• She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
• Life is uncertain. Would you like dessert first?
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
• Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• You have to live like you'll miss the end
• I would have liked thunder when she left
• The man who lived at the end of the world
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
• the ocean never ceasing in her secret whispers to the land
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
• A journey never ends
• The guy at the end of Half-Life
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• in her other life
• She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
• She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
• Only her hands would give her away
• Otherwise It Never Ends
• This is the end of the easy life
• She thought about giving him her heart
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• The winter chill reminds those of us closer to our end than our beginning that maybe, just maybe, safety isn't the primary goal in a life that will certainly end in death.
• She always was devious in her beauty
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• It clings to her like dedication in the rain
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
• My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
• She knows no truth except her own.
• I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
• she gave her heart to a falling star
• 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
• That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
• Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
• What life after death will really be like
• like a tiger without her mountain
• She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
• September that never ended
• this hunger in me, it never ends. I feed it every night when I dream
• Sentences with which to end your life
• Incomplete two-word sentences with which to end your life
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
• notes I never gave her
• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• The Thread That Never Ends
• She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• Even the moon likes to change her colors
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• 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 dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• she left her handwriting all over the calendar
• Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
• A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
• Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
• She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
• waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
• She asked me to read her a poem
• you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
• The iMac looks like the ass end of the New Beetle
• She keeps her lies everywhere
• She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
• She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
• She always confused her greys with white.
• She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
• Here's Me Inside Her But I Can Tell From Her Vagina She Doesn't Really Care
• If I Had My Life To Live Over
• Life and How to Live It
• I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
• how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
• She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
• Life Ends
• knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
• End of Life Plan
• The Regret that Never Ended
• I never saw her again
• the longing doesn't end and you're never gonna get my heart
• Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
• I knew before I met you just how we would end
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
• I never called her momma
• She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
• She flies with her own wings
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• The colors flow through her like a rainbow
• Life does not end at high school
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• a total loss of control over her life
• She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• serene. She sips her tea
• She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
• 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
• And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• the way she wears her weary
• She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• She Will Have Her Way
• she had already found her party
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• Kisses your lips like the world is about to end
• 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.
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
• Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
• she lit her thumb on fire
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
• She practices her speech
• You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today

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