Findings:
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- Her name was Natalie
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- Her name is Claire
- because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
- How Pac-Man got his name
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- His and Her Circumstances
- Hi, meet my pitbull. His name is Don't Question My Fucking Premises You Ass
- I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
- Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Chewbacca can't pronounce his own name
- As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
- There once was a chicken named Alice
- his name in laundry pen disappearing
- His name came up like a match on wooden me
- She always was devious in her beauty
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- Her name is Rebecca
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- His 'N' Hers
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- Requiem for What's His Name
- Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- His Name Is Alive
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- Your doppleganger's name is Tyler and I saw his bare chest in the cafeteria today
- When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
- There once was a girl named Irene
- His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
- My man was shot for his sheep coat
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- I was sure it was her
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- At her mirror, his muse
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- All he left her was alone
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- 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
- 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
- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
- The shit that gets carried out in His name
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- his name
- I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
- He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
- It Was a Lover and His Lass
- making certain he was touching her
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
- The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
- but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- Maybe his name is a killing word
- I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
- if a bird is never free from his cage, then his world is only his name
- i set fire to his name
- His version was better
- Here lies one whose name was writ in water
- Jacques Chirac was shot in the head by a fascist named Jean-Marie Le Pen
- It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- 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.
- The Pilgrim's Progress: Part I: Conversation with Good-Will
- Goodwill Industries
- Marianne and Josie, secretly Goodwill Employees of the Month
- 14 sentences on Goodwill wedding dresses
- UNHCR Goodwill Ambassador
- her
- Herr
- Her braid; I obeyed
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
- The Lark and Her Young Ones
- I don't think of her
- I can see her face
- a total loss of control over her life
- I do not see her
- Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- Her Royal Highness
- If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
- Her Handwriting
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- Take Her in Your Arms
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- Her back
- Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
- Written in her French Psalter
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
- I think I've forgiven her
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- Making her presence known
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- What do I call her?
- Calling her number and having a male voice answer
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- I don't want to see her
- The woman with her legs apart
- right under her surface
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- Pig on her back
- She thought about giving him her heart
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- To Her Door
- to let her know
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- Since I left her
- All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
- A Jury of Her Peers
- A Jury of Her Peers: 2
- The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
- A New Student and Her Father
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- her eyes
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- watching her dance
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- Herr Bob (user)
- dance with her
- I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
- I never called her momma
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
- Her raised middle finger came into focus
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- Tell Stacey I love her
- See her talk
- Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
- Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
- notes I never gave her
- My girlfriend and her pillow
- her kitty cat (user)
- Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
- Herr Geist (user)
- To Her Face
- To Her Body
- Helping people cheat
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- A soft wonder bites her lips
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- The movie in her mind
- after her, I took my coffee black
- Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
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