Findings:
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- You make a light in the world and you hope someone can still look up from the dust for long enough to see it
- Inching up at a red light
- White light from the mouth of infinity
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- The Adventures of Tom Bombadil and other verses from The Red Book
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She lights everything up. He glows in the dark.
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She tries to hold the wind, stop it from crying
- Red aura, she looked bright
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- Her smile could light up a three-story building
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- It was daylight when you looked up from your ditch
- It looks like a tourism brochure photo from up here
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- She stopped and took a second look
- Red Fairy Book
- Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
- 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
- Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel no compulsion to get up from the table
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Books to read before you give up on crime fiction
- The light from your eyes
- Do you not see that if we kill him with the pill from the till by making with it the drug in the jug, you need not light the candle with the handle on the gateau from the chateau!
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- Ruth holding up time with her beauty
- Devil up her sleeve
- 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.
- When smoke stood up from Ludlow
- His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
- She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
- From Darkness, Lead Me To Light
- Two men look from prison bars. One saw mud and one saw stars.
- The look in her eyes
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
- How the inside of the mind would look from a purely abstract point of view
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- How to stop a urinal from running
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- Red Book of the Exchequer
- She saved me from Hylas' fate
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She thought about giving him her heart
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- Red Book of Westmarch
- dip me in the water red, and unclothe me from inside and out
- Real excerpts from the Queen Mother's Book of Remembrance
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- She always was devious in her beauty
- serene. She sips her tea
- she had already found her party
- wake up and find her still there
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- She Will Have Her Way
- the way she wears her weary
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- Books to read before you give up on sci-fi
- I'll give up printf() when you pry my cold dead fingers from it
- Books to read before you give up on fantasy
- If I can stop one heart from breaking
- Contact from the Underworld of Red Boy
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- The Thirteen Songs From the Red Chamber Dream
- Light from the Sun
- Big huge booms and the lights from the ships off shore
- August from September never looked as green
- I watched her from afar
- Fables from the Book of Yelps and Growls
- Everything looks familiar from a distance
- Anything looks peaceful from 1,363 feet
- Inches away from her face
- Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
- The prettiest views are all from the ground up
- Every day we stray further from God's light.
- In the Fifties, a visitor from Great Britain to New York City notices a young Black woman driving a limousine. A portly middle-aged man, race undetermined, is in the back. Tell her story.
- Up From The Downvote
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- Take Her up to Monto
- There is no one here to stop me from using this silence.
- Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel a strong compulsion to get up from the table
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- so that all her children will be adventurers in light
- Dig up her bones
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- 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.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
- Red Book of Hergest
- Building a patio from a book during largely unfavorable weather
- Turn up for the books
- Writers Read Books the way Architects Look at Buildings
- Lighting a book match one-handed
- vanished like a book from the library
- I Eat Books from Cover to Cover
- Proofs from The Book
- Abandoned books from the old barn
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- we read from the book as it is written
- I come from the land of burning books
- stop adoring from so far away
- From Her to Eternity
- Up From Slavery
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- How do you stop a rhino from charging?
- Fucked up Facts from History
- Light from a Dead Star
- She threw herself from the bed
- Come Up From the Fields Father
- She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- Why some guys don't pick up on hints from women
- I get up from my sleeping spot
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- how to stop someone's massive bleeding from the femoral artery
- On getting blown up 8000 miles from home by a man who does not own shoes
- I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
- 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
- We're acting happy to stop ourselves from going insane.
- How I found peace staring up at the moon from a gutter in my dreams
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- Red Book
- he looks hurt from behind that eye patch, the choker, the bare chest
- I bet she drinks from the bottle
- Creating decorative pieces from red envelopes
- She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
- I crave it like well water, pulled up from the deep
- Up from the depths
- I know you're up there. I am but a discontented symbol birthed from the blood of your terrible pen.
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
- Little red book
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- She flies with her own wings
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
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