Findings:
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- All he left her was alone
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- radios work better when closer to her skin
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- Freud was wrong. Freud is dead. That is all.
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- All blues hail Mary with her roses...but you're their masterpiece
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- All that’s left of her is black print
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- making certain he was touching her
- Her Ivory coast, her skin
- A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
- All her stiletto syllables
- How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
- Her name was Natalie
- I was sure it was her
- American Pie Presents: Something is Alive in Her Bosom 2
- The movie in her mind
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She always was devious in her beauty
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- 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
- 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 told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- confusion in her eyes that says it all
- The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
- All of her seconds were unencumbered
- 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 was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- Something is Alive in Her Bosom
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- 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
- 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.
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- 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.
- The clockwork of her mind is unravelling, bits and pieces coarse with emotion
- Only your ink stains on her skin
- I could tell by all of her dead house plants
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- To Her Mind
- 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
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- He was hard in all the wrong places
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
- so that all her children will be adventurers in light
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- some say he was never here at all
- Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
- Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
- Her braid; I obeyed
- all that time, all those threads, weaving through something that must have been far too confusing to enjoy
- I daydream of her
- to let her know
- Written in her French Psalter
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
- can it be that it was all so simple then
- the small of her back
- A woman and her Cock
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- A Jury of Her Peers
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
- I can see her face
- all it cost him was a Penny
- His 'N' Hers
- Her Handwriting
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- Her Majesty
- Take Her up to Monto
- Pig on her back
- Calling her number and having a male voice answer
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- A New Student and Her Father
- A Jury of Her Peers: 2
- I don't want to see her
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- All of these thoughts came from my mind?
- her
- we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
- I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- Herr
- The Woman and Her Hen
- I spent one year in love and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt.
- her lips on mine
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- putting on her makeup
- For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- Take Her in Your Arms
- Lady Daibu And Her Lover
- her arms around me
- The Old Woman And Her Pig
- I worked at summer camp, and all I got was this lousy case of gangrene
- The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
- Making her presence known
- I think I've forgiven her
- Meant For Her
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- What do I call her?
- right under her surface
- She thought about giving him her heart
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- The woman with her legs apart
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
- To Her Door
- All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
- The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
- Since I left her
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
- All The Wrong Questions
- It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
- My Heart and Mind are a Hundred Assassins All Coming for the Lady at Once
- All Our Wrong Todays
- Long day, all I wanted was a cup of tea
- I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
- John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
- hers
- The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
- You like me in all the wrong rooms
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- Do Her
- I went to Atlanta and all I got was this lousy pile of junk
- The Lark and Her Young Ones
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- I don't think of her
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- Missing all the wrong people
- The Author to Her Book
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- Her back
- Her Royal Highness
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
- I do not see her
- I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
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