Findings:
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- making certain he was touching her
- All he left her was alone
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- 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.
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- She always was devious in her beauty
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- I was sure it was her
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- 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 most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- Her name was Natalie
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
- A rope to hang her, mother, a rope to hang her
- Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
- How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
- My father's secret life was never meant to be secret
- A New Student and Her Father
- How my Father was excommunicated from the LDS Church
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- I was a father for a few days
- My mother in her tiny combat boots
- The papier-mâché dinosaur in her mother's toolshed, and its fateful escape
- Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
- When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- The night your father was stabbed in the back room of a convenience store. No mercy.
- I had to call my father this evening and tell him I was dying.
- My mother wants her mother to die
- I Thought My Father Was God
- The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
- Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
- A woman and her Cock
- I could hear her thoughts
- Jazz Drummers
- to let her know
- Calling her number and having a male voice answer
- What makes her so cute?
- To Her Face
- Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
- Written in her French Psalter
- the small of her back
- watching her dance
- All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
- I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
- Helping people cheat
- Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
- I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- (and it wasn’t in my time nor yet in your time: but a very good time it was for all that)
- Take Her up to Monto
- right under her surface
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- I never called her momma
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- Feel her pain
- Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
- Tell Stacey I love her
- I passed her on the street
- A soft wonder bites her lips
- To hear her sing
- her kitty cat (user)
- What face did you have before your mother and father were born?
- Her raised middle finger came into focus
- Take Her in Your Arms
- Her Handwriting
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
- Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
- Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
- Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
- Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- What do I call her?
- Lady Daibu And Her Lover
- A Jury of Her Peers: 2
- Since I left her
- Her knees
- Bathe her and bring her to me
- Herr Bob (user)
- A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
- her arms around me
- I watched her from afar
- Letter From My Father After the Death of My Mother
- My father shot my mother's wedding dress
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- I ran over an old woman with her own car
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- And her knee touched mine
- Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
- Don't tell her she's beautiful
- She flies with her own wings
- How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
- using a circle to dot her "i"s
- If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
- The Soul selects her own Society
- Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
- The World I Made for Her
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
- See her talk
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- my baby sleeps on her head
- To Her Body
- Herr Geist (user)
- My girlfriend and her pillow
- To Her Mind
- notes I never gave her
- From Her to Eternity
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- The Author to Her Book
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- Her back
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- His 'N' Hers
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- Her Majesty
- The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
- Making her presence known
- I think I've forgiven her
- Meant For Her
- The Old Woman And Her Pig
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- The woman with her legs apart
- Pig on her back
- I don't want to see her
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- To Her Door
- The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
- A Jury of Her Peers
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- her eyes
- Mother Father
- I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
- The Mothers and Fathers Italian Association
- dance with her
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- She thought about giving him her heart
- A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- Her Voice
- Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
- What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
- Property of Her Majesty The Queen
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