Findings:
- The picture she drew in my notebook
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- drew (user)
- Dr Drew (user)
- Drew Barrymore
- Drew Carey
- Drew Major
- Nancy Drew
- Drew
- Drew University
- Dr. Drew
- Charles Richard Drew
- The Drew Carey Show
- Daniel Drew
- Drew Theological Seminary
- and then i drew some words for you
- Drew Hayes
- Drew Spunkmore (user)
- Out-of-context Drew drops
- Noble Drew Ali
- Stanton Drew
- Drew Markham
- Of the Sword that Sigmund, Volsung's son, drew from the Branstock
- John Drew Barrymore
- Drew Bledsoe
- David Drew
- Drew Henson
- d-rew (user)
- Drew's Crew (user)
- drew tinsley (user)
- My Date with Drew
- J.D. Drew
- Nancy Drew Mystery Stories 2: The Hidden Staircase (1959 Revision)
- Mr. Drew (user)
- Drew Pearson
- Drews (user)
- Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
- Nancy Drew on Campus #9: Broken Promises
- Drew Brees and the incredibly stupid compromise
- Drew Brees
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- 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
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- Passing the baby around like a peace pipe
- The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
- like a tiger without her mountain
- I would have liked thunder when she left
- She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
- She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
- She doesn't look like Mother anymore
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes 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.
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- her lips on mine
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- she had already found her party
- 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.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- She knows no truth except her own.
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- the lightning strike sounded like a car falling out of the sky
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- I thought paper cuts were like lightning
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- Kisses your lips like the world is about to end
- She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
- We kissed like we had never tasted lips
- She is like an onion
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- serene. She sips her tea
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She always was devious in her beauty
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- 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 grew a little older, while he was telling her
- 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 Will Have Her Way
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- 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
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- the way she wears her weary
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- 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 practices her speech
- 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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- she lit her thumb on fire
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- A soft wonder bites her lips
- She flies with her own wings
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
- She asked me to read her a poem
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
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