Findings:
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- She had fingernails that shined like justice
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- she had already found her party
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- The memory cuts through her like the blade she wields
- she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
- She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- The shadows made her look a little treacherous.
- I had seen the whole thing coming like a ghost train. Here I am on the tracks, still bleeding, taking phone numbers, haunted.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- She had a 10 million candlepower smile
- My cat's breath smells like cat food
- She is like an onion
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- serene. She sips her tea
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- this writeup made me hungry like DAMN so I'm chinging it!
- Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
- like a tiger without her mountain
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- She always was devious in her beauty
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- she had mood ring eyes
- The hardest breath she has
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- How would you like it if they took your subculture and made it a theme night?
- The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
- She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
- I would have liked thunder when she left
- Here's Me Inside Her But I Can Tell From Her Vagina She Doesn't Really Care
- We kissed like we had never tasted lips
- They had left, but her mascara kept running
- If America Had a War on Sex like it Does with Drugs
- She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
- She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- The World I Made for Her
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- Waiting for the number 48 bus, holding her breath
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She Will Have Her Way
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- 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
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- She asked me to read her a poem
- She knows no truth except her own.
- she lit her thumb on fire
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- For the first time in either of her lives, she is held gently
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She must be what cocaine is like
- She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
- She doesn't look like Mother anymore
- she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
- She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- 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
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- All the things she had at one point wanted to be
- She had never kissed someone so old.
- So she could feel as if she had danced
- She had the most wonderful grin in the world
- Empty at last she had room to unfurl
- before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
- She Had to Be Sure
- Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- She flies with her own wings
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- 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.
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
- How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- This is a story I wish I had been able to write. Hope you like it.
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- 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
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- For my last trick, I made her disappear
- the way she wears her weary
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- I don't think I realized what I had gotten myself into, but it seemed like the potential for fun and insanity were there in equal parts
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- She practices her speech
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
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