Here's the stuff we found when you searched for ""I remember you!" I say. She laughs, that perfect little ringing-bell laugh. Her dark eyes glitter, as they always have. She holds out her arms for a hug. I charge into her embrace like a man just freed from solitary confinement. "I remember you, sweetheart. I missed you.""

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

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