Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
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These images in their contrivance were the utter epitome of unconscious inertia
The Farndale Avenue Housing Estate Townswomen's Guild Dramatic Society Murder Mystery
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
A secret sometimes already warm bed to call home
Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
I turn over in bed, brush against your warmth, and know it is you
To the world you're just one person
On snow plains, filled with kisses
There are monsters in my head, under my bed. Stop.
Caught between yes and maybe
Allah Had No Son
how do they feel, those unblinking eyes?
She threw herself from the bed
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Day sleepers are on top in the bunk bed of life
No matter what you think, you can NOT do homework in bed
In the bathtub or on the bed, looking down
well hung
my kisses say something
Motives are unclear. Methods are incidental.
literacy theories
extended metaphor
I am worn out with the beauty of the most trivial things
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