Here's the stuff we found when you searched for "She was eyeing me suspiciously as I watched her take her coat off. It was incredibly disconcerting."

• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• 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
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• 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
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• She always was devious in her beauty
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
• there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
• That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
• Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
• She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
• She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
• She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• She asked me to read her a poem
• She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
• making certain he was touching her
• I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• Her name was Natalie
• I was sure it was her
• let her take me, feed on me, devour me
• All he left her was alone
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• I watched her from afar
• 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 opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
• She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
• Death was a part of me then, too.
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• Mom takes off her cape
• Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
• I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
• So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
• There was no one waiting for me...
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
• She flies with her own wings
• When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
• I Hear it was Charged Against Me
• Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
• She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
• He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• 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?
• It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
• She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
• Okay, okay, I confess! It was me! I broke the internet!
• Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
• I asked her not to forget me
• My man was shot for his sheep coat
• She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
• The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
• I was put on hold for time to gnaw me raw.
• I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
• everyone who ever told me i was pretty was lying.
• 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.
• This is no joke; I always thought it was a company that made trench coats.
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• 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 photography captured little beautifuls and me
• He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
• Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
• She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
• Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
• She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
• she had already found her party
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
• if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
• She practices her speech
• She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
• She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
• she gave her heart to a falling star
• You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
• I was a homeless bum
• I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
• The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
• Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
• I Was Lost and You Found Me
• You kissed me. It was sweet and timid.
• Would you tell me if it was true?
• I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
• Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
• Before you, there was me
• Take Her in Your Arms
• I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.
• What I would do If I knew what was good for me
• man when you are telling me how it was
• If I was the ocean, what would you be to me?
• Why I politely asked the contemporary lit major I was dating to stop writing me love letters
• This node was made for you and me
• Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
• Take Her up to Monto
• I was me before being me was cool.
• It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
• I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
• A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
• Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
• she left her handwriting all over the calendar
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
• I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
• her arms around me
• serene. She sips her tea
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
• the way she wears her weary
• She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
• She Will Have Her Way
• She thought about giving him her heart
• why she makes her wishes at 7:07
• She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• 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
• Stand in the doorway and watch her
• She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
• Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
• While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
• Don't tell me about her
• she lit her thumb on fire
• A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
• Bathe her and bring her to me
• She knows no truth except her own.
• She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• She keeps her lies everywhere
• Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
• She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
• She always confused her greys with white.
• I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
• I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
• The cactus that told me my mom was asleep

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