Findings:
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- 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
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- 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 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
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
- She always confused her greys with white.
- 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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- She Will Have Her Way
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- She always was devious in her beauty
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- 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 Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- I walked for a thousand miles to hear her laugh, then serenaded her in a field of fireflies.
- 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 is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- She flies with her own wings
- Little Miss & Her Savoir-faire
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She knows no truth except her own.
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- the way she wears her weary
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- she had already found her party
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- 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.
- 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
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- i have excuses though and i always enumerate them for her
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- she lit her thumb on fire
- A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- She asked me to read her a poem
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- confusion in her eyes that says it all
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
- When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- she can't remember what it's like to be found
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- 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.
- Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- She practices her speech
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- 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.
- If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- serene. She sips her tea
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- I would have liked thunder when she left
- have you found the words to save her?
- The FOOLS! They laughed at my theories at the university, but I'll have my revenge! I'll have my REVENGE!
- I will have her forever but I can't touch her
- beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
- Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
- From Her to Eternity
- She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
- How long have you been in love with her?
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- Her raised middle finger came into focus
- She tries to hold the wind, stop it from crying
- To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
- Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
- They made the sunrise for people like us just so we have an excuse for why we're still up.
- Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
- The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
- If you could see her through my eyes
- I miss her
- I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
- Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
- Inches away from her face
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- Just kiss her
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
- How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
- Tender girl sipping and planning out her future
- Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- her eyes
- I have not been entirely truthful with you. I did gagoogidy that girl. I gashmoygadied her gaflavity with my googus.
- Her heart is in little tiny pieces that are going to blow away.
- I have what I believe to be a photo of Olympia Dukakis in her underwear in 1977
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- I watched her from afar
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- If only I could get into her head
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- Small bits of glitter accidentally left on her eyelashes
- Just ring her, for Christ's sake
- She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
- Dusk and Her Embrace
- The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
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