Findings:

• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• That week with her was like drinking bubbles
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
• somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
• I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
• Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
• What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
• 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
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
• I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
• When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
• When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
• She was never mine. I always shared her.
• There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
• The voice that said yes was mine.
• let us not lift our voices and speak like we are little girls
• When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
• You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
• making certain he was touching her
• I was trying to show him my insides, you know. I like to share.
• What seemed like tenderness was really weakness
• Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
• her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
• The night your father was stabbed in the back room of a convenience store. No mercy.
• Maybe it was not a Friday night
• I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
• The highlight of my night was two girls kissing
• I seduced her with late night laboratory thunder!
• She was so quiet that nobody heard her
• My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
• I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• I would love for you to come to me with Christmas lights around your head, late night like a ghost
• The night when I felt like speaking my mind
• Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
• What if architecture was like web design?
• We have divided among us, like thieves, the treasure of nights and days.
• I like the sound of my own voice
• Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
• I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
• I Saw Her Again Last Night
• 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.
• If my heart was a computer, that night reformatted my hard drive
• Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
• Trying to catch one clear promise out of the jittery confused language the night was whispering
• seizing on a Nugget of Truth and wielding it like it was a club
• Morning was like an ex-wife's bruises
• Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
• 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
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
• Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
• 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
• I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
• I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
• there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
• How would you like it if they took your subculture and made it a theme night?
• like a virgin on prom night
• Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
• It wasn't like I was sleeping anyway
• My heart is like a bird in the wounded night
• Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
• Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
• a voice like pebbles being shoved through a harmonica
• like voices chiming between layers
• She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
• I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
• Walking down the street at night, buzzing like a transformer
• Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
• It was a dark and stormy night
• There was this one great night at Alice's house,
• the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
• The night was alive, and so was I
• My first and last attempt at a one night stand was raided by the police
• John 3:16 was said to one man, at night
• Calling her number and having a male voice answer
• I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
• It was a Dork and Starmly Night
• The highlight of my night was two guys kissing
• I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
• The night a princess was captured
• I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
• Her name was Natalie
• It was a dark and stormy night. I had taken a creative writing class.
• So I was drinking with the son of Man the other night, and...
• I was sure it was her
• She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
• All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• Even the moon likes to change her colors
• Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
• The colors flow through her like a rainbow
• And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
• She always was devious in her beauty
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• It clings to her like dedication in the rain
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
• She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
• She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• All he left her was alone
• I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
• Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
• I don't like her because she won't like me
• little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
• Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
• Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
• waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
• surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
• Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
• Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
• 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.
• Her Voice
• like a tiger without her mountain
• you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
• Driving without her voice
• She wears her failed relationships like a shield
• On nights Like This
• Three guys whose voices are like clear glass
• Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
• The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
• I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
• For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
• like ships in the night
• Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• If I was beautiful like you
• We like to stay up late at night
• The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
• Looks like 1984 was only n years off
• I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
• Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
• They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
• because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
• Love is like racing across the frozen tundra on a snowmobile which flips over, trapping you underneath. At night, the ice-weasels come.
• He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
• With him it was always like
• She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
• Napster was like the lamp with the wrong pricetag
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
• My skin felt like I was falling
• Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
• like nothing ever was
• His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
• Jesus was a reactionary reformer, just like Martin Luther in later years.
• dreams that come sporadically in the night like Viking longships to burn you to the ground and steal your rationality
• She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
• Beacon Press
• Non-directional beacon
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• middle of summer how crazy it was
• her lips on mine
• I never saw her again
• a total loss of control over her life
• Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
• Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
• To Her Door
• to let her know
• A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
• Stand in the doorway and watch her
• The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave

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