Findings:
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- 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.
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- I paved paradise, and put up this, like, bigass parking lot
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- 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?
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- I write my secrets on the bathroom mirror, like Jesus, before wiping them away to check my hair.
- She always was devious in her beauty
- 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.
- I like to take up space
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- the way she wears her weary
- Take Her up to Monto
- It'll put hair on your chest
- I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- just like mom used to make
- wake up hair
- I would have liked thunder when she left
- 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
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- wake up and find her still there
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- I met her today, the girl I used to be
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- 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
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- Boy meets me, boy becomes infatuated with me, boy realizes I take up space, boy runs like hell
- Throw your hands (up) in the air, (and) wave them all around like you (just) don't care
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- Every Tuesday, I dress as a 46-year old woman and waitress at a diner on route 27. This is the meaning of life.
- She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
- I used to fly like peter pan, all the children flew when I touched their hands
- Tricks girls use to look like they swallow
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- How to Use Japanese Seaweed For Hair Care
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- Her smile could light up a three-story building
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- Her still wet hair
- Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
- 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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white 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
- Devil up her sleeve
- 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.
- Ruth holding up time with her beauty
- She practices her speech
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- burning stars lit up their hair
- 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.
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- Here's Me Inside Her But I Can Tell From Her Vagina She Doesn't Really Care
- like a tiger without her mountain
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- I put away childish things, like myself
- The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She doesn't look like Mother anymore
- Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
- She is like an onion
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
- What I really would like to do is put Everything into a drawer
- I used to fuck people like you in prison
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
- She flies with her own wings
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- I kissed her in the hair
- Dig up her bones
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- serene. She sips her tea
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- she had already found her party
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair IV
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- She Will Have Her Way
- 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
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- 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 was so quiet that nobody heard her
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- 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.
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- she lit her thumb on fire
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
- She knows no truth except her own.
- 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
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
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