Findings:
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- she lit her thumb on fire
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She always was devious in her beauty
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- She Will Have Her Way
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She practices her speech
- 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
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- We light candles on the day she died
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
- she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- She flies with her own wings
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- 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 wears her failed relationships like a shield
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- serene. She sips her tea
- 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.
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- she had already found her party
- the way she wears her weary
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- 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.
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- She knows no truth except her own.
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- She asked me to read her a poem
- 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 asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- cities full of ravens, silent concrete echoing back while she sings
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- candle
- Roman candle
- Super Candles
- hold a candle
- Candle Wax
- The Crimson Candle
- What does a candle's flame look like when it burns in space?
- Color symbolism for candles
- candles in glasses
- candle making and ice
- Candles are like souls
- tapered candles
- braided candles
- Twisted Candles
- Bayberry Wax Candles
- Candle (user)
- ear candle
- It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness
- The training exercise with the candle
- edible candle
- unity candle
- Candle Fish
- candle smoke and christmas spice leapt up their noses like cardamom cats
- oxygen candle
- Candles should be burned, not dusted
- Candle in the Wind 1997
- Corpse candle
- Candle power
- Foot candle
- Candle foot
- Candle meter
- room with a candle
- There's husbandry in heaven; their candles are all out.
- Candle salad
- the game's not worth the candle
- That's a valid point, but right now we're focusing on...
- while a waitress pours coffee
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- Rosy Palm and her five daughters
- hers
- her
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- Do Her
- Herr
- Her braid; I obeyed
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- The Woman and Her Hen
- The Lark and Her Young Ones
- I don't think of her
- I can see her face
- her lips on mine
- I never saw her again
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- Her name was Natalie
- Pig on her back
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- To Her Door
- 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
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