Findings:
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- All Those Tears But I Learned Something From Her
- Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- All he left her was alone
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- radios work better when closer to her skin
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- Freud was wrong. Freud is dead. That is all.
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- All blues hail Mary with her roses...but you're their masterpiece
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- All that’s left of her is black print
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- making certain he was touching her
- Her Ivory coast, her skin
- A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
- All her stiletto syllables
- How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
- Her name was Natalie
- I was sure it was her
- American Pie Presents: Something is Alive in Her Bosom 2
- The movie in her mind
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She always was devious in her beauty
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- 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
- 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
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- confusion in her eyes that says it all
- The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
- All of her seconds were unencumbered
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- 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
- Something is Alive in Her Bosom
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
- 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.
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- 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.
- The clockwork of her mind is unravelling, bits and pieces coarse with emotion
- Only your ink stains on her skin
- I could tell by all of her dead house plants
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- To Her Mind
- 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
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- He was hard in all the wrong places
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
- so that all her children will be adventurers in light
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
- some say he was never here at all
- What do I call her?
- The Old Woman And Her Pig
- all that time, all those threads, weaving through something that must have been far too confusing to enjoy
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- To Her Door
- The woman with her legs apart
- Her back
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- can it be that it was all so simple then
- Meant For Her
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- Since I left her
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- Calling her number and having a male voice answer
- His 'N' Hers
- (and it wasn’t in my time nor yet in your time: but a very good time it was for all that)
- born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
- The Woman and Her Hen
- Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
- all it cost him was a Penny
- putting on her makeup
- Her Royal Highness
- Her Majesty
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- right under her surface
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- A Jury of Her Peers: 2
- All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
- All of these thoughts came from my mind?
- Rosy Palm and her five daughters
- we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
- I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
- Her braid; I obeyed
- Do Her
- I spent one year in love and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt.
- I don't think of her
- Herr
- Take Her in Your Arms
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- I daydream of her
- The Author to Her Book
- Her Handwriting
- her arms around me
- Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
- A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
- I worked at summer camp, and all I got was this lousy case of gangrene
- Lady Daibu And Her Lover
- I think I've forgiven her
- the small of her back
- A woman and her Cock
- For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- I don't want to see her
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- Making her presence known
- A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
- to let her know
- She thought about giving him her heart
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- A Jury of Her Peers
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- Pig on her back
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- All The Wrong Questions
- It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
- My Heart and Mind are a Hundred Assassins All Coming for the Lady at Once
- All Our Wrong Todays
- Long day, all I wanted was a cup of tea
- I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
- John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
- hers
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
- You like me in all the wrong rooms
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- I went to Atlanta and all I got was this lousy pile of junk
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- The Lark and Her Young Ones
- I never saw her again
- her
- Missing all the wrong people
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- Written in her French Psalter
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
- Take Her up to Monto
- I do not see her
- a total loss of control over her life
- I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
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