Findings:
- surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
- a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
- My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- The Man Felt an Iron Hand Grasp Him by the Hair, at the Nape. Not One Hand, a Hundred Hands Seized Him, Each by the Hair, and Tore Him Head to Foot, the Way You Tear Up a Sheet of Paper, Into Hundreds of Little Pieces
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
- If only I could get into her head
- and when all the stars have fallen one last time and the skies are crumbling into my hands and the sirens are bleeding out on the beaches and the earth fades; you will remain
- Her still wet hair
- I needed clever hands, an ear to whisper into
- The old hands you’ve baked around hers
- So while Faust is busy trying to wipe the blood off his face and Shorty's trying to claw his eyes out, I mosey away and try my hand at storming the castle
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
- left everything on his desk and walked out into the bright sunlight
- Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
- Dipping your hand into molten lead
- I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
- Adam Smith and His Amazing Invisible Hand
- Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream. Or a fever.
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- Only her hands would give her away
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- 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 her mirror, his muse
- watch his heart turning into rock
- 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.
- The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
- Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
- Do you imagine that his mind may have found its worldline, a track for it to fit into?
- I kicked the Martian in his otherworldly balls, and he screamed like the solar wind howling through a planetary magnetosphere
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- He Died with a Felafel in His Hand
- This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
- Call me back when hair starts growing on his palms
- A guitar is easy in his hands / so is an airplane / so is a pen
- If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
- While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
- Like white light? Or a long low moan that turns into laughing? Or the holes in Jesus' hands?
- Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back
- Chopping wood
- Sew a piece of your hair into the seam of your doll's dress.
- standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- His 'N' Hers
- My hands in his pockets
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- I kissed her in the hair
- Bukowski stands alone, the bar bell's hammer in his hand
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- Her raised middle finger came into focus
- His and Her Circumstances
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- Her hand on my heart
- the grey in his hair had done nothing to tarnish the gleam in his eye
- Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
- 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
- Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
- Don't piss into the wind unless you want to get wet
- Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth
- His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
- George W. Bush and His Foray into Nuclear Physics
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair IV
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
- The wind blew a cyclone of leaves into the alley
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- hair and a hand to hold
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- curly hair
- pubic hair
- Short hair on women
- hair dryer
- Hair dye
- Bad hair day
- gray hairs
- Jesus with long hair
- hair of the dog
- Anime hair
- wake up hair
- I want anime hair, and then some
- hair band
- Maid's hair
- The Hair Bear Bunch
- mid-digital hair
- body hair
- feathered hair
- tangled hair
- Home hair surgery
- Hair of the dog that bit you
- wild hair
- Dirt in my hair and toenails
- helmet hair
- A freaky hair experience
- Body hair is unsanitary
- The evolutionary purpose of human body hair
- Hair Pie: Bake 2
- facial hair on women
- I cut my own hair
- So, you want to change your hair color? Read this first!
- hair trigger
- messy hair
- Tea Hair
- Sister Golden Hair
- Pubic hair color
- Gray hair
- Mouth full of cat hair
- Your hair has turned white
- hair shelf
- Life with Blue Hair
- The Genetics of Hair Color
- The philosophy of long hair
- hair wax
- Hair Cuttery
- brown eyes, brown hair
- dreams of red hair
- One more gray hair
- hair metal
- Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair in the Moonlight
- mesh my soul within a woman's hair
- Your hair curls darkly back
- Colorful Hair
- Removing pubic hair
- Pubic Hair Concept
- The New Wave Of American Hair Metal
- naturally curly hair
- I walked around all day with a pubic hair on my face
- my roommate's girlfriend's hair in my cereal
- How to tie your hair in a knot
- Angel Hair Pasta with Chicken
- Herbal hair conditioning treatments
- How to dye your hair an unnatural color
- Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific
- Hair of the Dog Brewing Company
- Ingrown hair
- Cold Winds are Calling Me
- hair elastic
- Samurai clothing and hair
- For White Girls Who Have Considered Afro Hair Products/When the Conditioner is Enuf
- barcode hair
- German Short Haired Pointer
- Things to do with hair you find in your drain
- Pubic hair styles
- cat hair
- Washing your hair
- Yuko Hair Straightening System
- Black is the Colour of my True Love's Hair
- hair clippers
- Drawing hair
- hair extensions
- hair shirt
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