Findings:
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- 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
- she lit her thumb on fire
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- CUT OFF YOUR HAIR
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
- I would have liked thunder when she left
- She flies with her own wings
- She thought about giving him her heart
- I thought paper cuts were like lightning
- serene. She sips her tea
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- She tastes like gingerbread, too.
- She had fingernails that shined like justice
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
- like porcelain cuts
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- Her still wet hair
- boys with buzz cuts
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- 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
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- I kissed her in the hair
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
- She is like an onion
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- she can't remember what it's like to be found
- She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
- like a tiger without her mountain
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
- Cut me a switch, boy!
- standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
- Run around like chickens with their head cut off
- I write my secrets on the bathroom mirror, like Jesus, before wiping them away to check my hair.
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- 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.
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- Cut Your Hair
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- She Will Have Her Way
- the way she wears her weary
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- Cut Sleeve boys
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She asked me to read her a poem
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- 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.
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- 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 nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- She doesn't look like Mother anymore
- She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
- She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
- Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
- She must be what cocaine is like
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome
- she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
- She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
- Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- Your bitter victory cuts like a knife
- I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
- A Pinprick is nothing like a Paper Cut
- I cut my own hair
- Deals well with ambiguity: a savagely long writeup about why boys are not like girls and other things
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
- I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair IV
- While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- Boys Are Like Dogs: Keep 'Em on a Leash
- surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- 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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- Boy, You Fight Like A Girl
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- She always was devious in her beauty
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- 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.
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- she had already found her party
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- 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
- Boy meets me, boy becomes infatuated with me, boy realizes I take up space, boy runs like hell
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- 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 picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She practices her speech
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- She knows no truth except her own.
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- Boy suspended for pointing chicken finger like gun
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