Findings:

• She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
• dirty dove's thick cloud of smoke wrapping around her face
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
• If you see her around.
• The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• she lit her thumb on fire
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• the way she wears her weary
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
• She keeps her lies everywhere
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
• She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• 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
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• She practices her speech
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• She Will Have Her Way
• 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.
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• She knows no truth except her own.
• The old hands you’ve baked around hers
• She thought about giving him her heart
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
• 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.
• she left her handwriting all over the calendar
• 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
• If a girl offers you her cheek, kiss her neck
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• serene. She sips her tea
• Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• and she highlights the shadows beneath her eyes
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
• 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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• She flies with her own wings
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• her arms around me
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• she gave her heart to a falling star
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
• She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• 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 Called in Her Soul to Come and See
• A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
• She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• She always was devious in her beauty
• she had already found her party
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• She asked me to read her a poem
• She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
• waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
• It clings to her like dedication in the rain
• spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
• She always confused her greys with white.
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• 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 gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• her lips on mine
• Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
• Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• These things matter to her
• For my last trick, I made her disappear
• Letting it go to her head
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
• Death Becomes Her
• her dopeness (user)
• Devil up her sleeve
• How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
• A rope to hang her, mother, a rope to hang her
• Her novice beauty
• Her dreams involve a backstroke and a full moon
• Woo the bride and kiss her passionately
• I Knew Her Through a Window
• Herr
• Take Her in Your Arms
• Making her presence known (Part 3)
• Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
• I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
• To Her Body
• So bashful when I spied her
• I cannot find the right words to tell her this
• To her secret heart
• Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
• Talk to Her
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• I will have her forever but I can't touch her
• I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
• My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
• Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
• About the things you could not show her
• When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
• surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
• On her own
• 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.
• until the time_ts wrap around
• The Bitch and Her Whelps
• If You Followed Her Gaze
• Her name was Natalie
• How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
• Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath
• Did You Fuck Her?
• I Saw Her Again Last Night
• Association of Her Majesty's Inspectors of Taxes
• The shrapnel of her self destructive nature
• Dusk and Her Embrace
• He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
• her face forms in summertime
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• Trace a map along her arm
• i always want to feel that pieces of her mind are with me.
• All blues hail Mary with her roses...but you're their masterpiece
• I never saw her again
• A woman and her Cock
• Since I left her
• Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
• Tell Stacey I love her
• How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
• I saw her clothes piled on the floor, and I cried for her
• The look in her eyes
• Her face could make the ocean ache
• Her faith informed his fiction
• Her heart is in little tiny pieces that are going to blow away.
• Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
• Wild tides guard her secrets
• Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
• her grandmother's clock
• 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.

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