Findings:
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- 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
- When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- serene. She sips her tea
- 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 Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- Her name is Claire
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She always confused her greys with white.
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- She always was devious in her beauty
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- 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 asked me to read her a poem
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to 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 knows no truth except her own.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- 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
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- Her name is Rebecca
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- the way she wears her weary
- Her name was Natalie
- She thought about giving him her heart
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- 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.
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- 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 picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She practices her speech
- she lit her thumb on fire
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- she had already found her party
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- She Will Have Her Way
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- She flies with her own wings
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- The first time I saw her
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- She writes like the wind moves
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- Can You Forgive Her?
- She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
- Telling Anna you love her the first time
- GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
- At her mirror, his muse
- I can see her face
- What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years
- She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
- she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand
- Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- His 'N' Hers
- Ducks can swim. What about her pearls?
- We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
- when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
- His and Her Circumstances
- About the things you could not show her
- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
- Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- And she's walking as if her feet hurt
- her first time
- her eyes can't find you at first
- 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 fell in love with her first
- I don't think of her
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
- a total loss of control over her life
- Written in her French Psalter
- her lips on mine
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- Her Handwriting
- Her Royal Highness
- Her back
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- The Woman and Her Hen
- Herr
- I never saw her again
- The Lark and Her Young Ones
- Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
- If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
- I do not see her
- Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
- Take Her in Your Arms
- The Author to Her Book
- putting on her makeup
- Take Her up to Monto
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
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