Findings:
- 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.
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- She always was devious in her beauty
- Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- There was a cold day
- And the sky was made of amethysts
- The sky alight with aurora, and the world spins on
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- right under her surface
- Chasing Winter Sky
- That Cold Winter
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
- I was sure it was her
- The universe was cold and dead and all the best aspects of humanity and its appreciation of the world were stored in electronic boxes
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
- her winter mists concealed the truth
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- It Was Cold, and It Ran Through Your Fingers
- Standing awkwardly on a playground under the pale October sky
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
- Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
- In winter cold
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- November on her way to winter
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- Because, perhaps she was cold
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- All he left her was alone
- surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- why the Cold War was a stupid idea
- There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- The clouds found us, under the sky eating up streets
- A long time ago, under the shady tree in my yard, I was dead
- The terrifying opaqueness of a pristine blue winter sky
- The sky rained tears. I was sure.
- The sky was green today
- I Was Looking at the Ceiling And Then I Saw the Sky
- You thought the silent treatment was as cold as it could get
- I was shaking, but not from the cold
- In the Gym the Floor Was Cold
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- Her name was Natalie
- Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Her fluidity under a thin sheet
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- so fragile and cold, i was
- So I was cold chillin on the corner on a hot summer's day
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- the sky opened above her
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
- No hero in her sky
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- 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.
- 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
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
- making certain he was touching her
- A child, looking for UFOs in the winter sky
- The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- Standing anxiously on a white petroleum storage tank under the vivid March sky
- Everything was screaming: the sea, the sky, my heart.
- The demon was just under three feet tall
- And When The Sky Was Opened
- Standing nervously on a white petroleum storage tank under the brazen March sky
- Under a Pale Grey Sky
- 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
- born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
- I used to think of sobriety as a purgatory, and that to be under the influence of drugs was relief from it. Now that I'm older I believe the opposite to be true.
- Ruth holding up time with her beauty
- The rock under my foot that told me I was real when I was an adult
- It was beauty killed the beast.
- her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
- Her novice beauty
- I cannot find the right words to touch the sky with me Yesterday tomorrow and forever in a white crystalline bask of your teddy bear beauty will you love me yes ok thx!
- Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
- Pied Beauty
- The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
- American Beauty
- Seeing the beauty
- for the beauty of the earth
- beauty contest
- What a b what a b what a beauty
- The Voyeur of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)
- natural beauty
- Beauty and misery: A sick trend
- Oh thy beauty speaks of thy artisan
- Beauty is only skin deep
- The beauty of language
- The Intense Higher Dimensional Beauty of Progressively Aesthetic Lego Construction
- Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
- Indie music and computers create a recluse beauty
- The beauty of letting go
- Do you cry out because the beauty is cruel?
- Child beauty pageants
- beauty hallowed
- The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood
- The terrible beauty of an industrial landscape at dawn
- beauty is in the eye of the beerholder
- Practice Random Kindness and Senseless Acts of Beauty
- Beauty exists in scummy soup skin
- The surreal beauty of a sweatshop at Christmas
- Beauty Arise
- An Ode to Natural Beauty
- Beauty surrounds me
- Black Beauty Chapter 13
- Black Beauty Chapter 14
- Now is the winter of our discontent
- Black Beauty Chapter 16
- Black Beauty Chapter 17
- Black Beauty Chapter 18
- Black Beauty Chapter 19
- Black Beauty Chapter 20
- Black Beauty Chapter 23
- Black Beauty Chapter 24
- Black Beauty Chapter 25
- Black Beauty Chapter 26
- Black Beauty Chapter 27
- Black Beauty Chapter 28
- Black Beauty Chapter 29
- Black Beauty Chapter 30
- Black Beauty Chapter 31
- Black Beauty Chapter 32
- Black Beauty Chapter 33
- Black Beauty Chapter 34
- Black Beauty Chapter 35
- Black Beauty Chapter 36
- Black Beauty Chapter 37
- Black Beauty Chapter 38
- Black Beauty Chapter 39
- Black Beauty Chapter 40
- Black Beauty Chapter 41
- Black Beauty Chapter 42
- Black Beauty Chapter 43
- Black Beauty Chapter 44
- Black Beauty Chapter 45
- Black Beauty Chapter 46
- Black Beauty Chapter 47
- Black Beauty Chapter 48
- Black Beauty Chapter 49
- transient liquid beauty
- All beauty must die
- I dedicate all my love to your hot inner beauty
- My Beauty
- Changing standards of male beauty purely by force of will
- It doesn't DO anything. That's the beauty of it!
- Campaign for Real Beauty
- sleeping beauty (user)
- Is There In Truth No Beauty?
- A Heartbreaking Trip of Staggering Beauty
- An unfortunate beauty
- Beauty, unfinished
- you have five minutes to admire the beauty in everything and then you die
- dedicated to Everything's hot inner beauty
- There and Back Again in Search of Beauty
- You have won second prize in a beauty contest! Collect $10.
- And I wept, remembering that such beauty had once existed everywhere
- Beauty in gasoline puddle rainbow, oh beauty in {blank}
- There is no place in suburbia for beauty
- in which lead gliders freeze against the sun for 0981 seconds of Earth-shattering beauty
- Apologoumena: On Beauty and Mourning.
- Death is the mother of beauty
- Blansky's Beauties
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