Findings:
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- 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?
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- 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.
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
- She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
- The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- She knows no truth except her own.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- She felt like the word 'shatter'
- All my friends are nonconformists. They all dress like me.
- she can't remember what it's like to be found
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She doesn't like you
- She Liked Horses, and Flowers That Smell Pink
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- serene. She sips her tea
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
- Off like a prom dress
- She just stares at us like we're crazy
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- a smiling girl with blonde eyelashes and a sundress. someday i'll find her
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- 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.
- Every Tuesday, I dress as a 46-year old woman and waitress at a diner on route 27. This is the meaning of life.
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- the way she wears her weary
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- She was never mine. I always shared 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.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She practices her speech
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
- she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
- She must be what cocaine is like
- She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
- like a tiger without her mountain
- she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
- She tastes like gingerbread, too.
- She had fingernails that shined like justice
- She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
- She could run a spiel like nobody's business. She could sell the world and make you wish for more.
- She said I dreamed like dead men
- She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
- She writes like the wind moves
- She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
- Do all nuns dress like this?
- Fields of sunshine bloom as the midnight in her dress falls away, replaced by moonlight.
- 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.
- We might not like each other very much afterwards, but at least we'll understand each other.
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- 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 flies with her own wings
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- 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
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- She thought about giving him her heart
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- 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
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- she had already found her party
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- She always was devious in her beauty
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She Will Have Her Way
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- 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
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- 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 is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- 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.
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- she lit her thumb on fire
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- 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.
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- She doesn't look like Mother anymore
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- She cleaned up for me at least.
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She is like an onion
- I would have liked thunder when she left
- 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
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- dress reform
- Henry's Dress
- All dressed up and nowhere to go
- Girl in a Mother of pearl dress
- second-day dress
- Potato sack dresses
- Dress rehearsal for the mouth, heart, and mind
- Dress Right, Dress
- There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
- Iron Bitch gets dressed
- Love lives in honesty, yet we get all dressed up and move in darkness.
- So he's dressed a little differently and he has a halo-like light above his head.
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