Findings:
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- Her still wet hair
- the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
- 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
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She always was devious in her beauty
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- What if architecture was like web design?
- He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
- Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- 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 name was Natalie
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- 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 got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- 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
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- making certain he was touching her
- Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- It wasn't like I was sleeping anyway
- I was trying to show him my insides, you know. I like to share.
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- Like a sunshine harpsichord
- I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
- With him it was always like
- Looks like 1984 was only n years off
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- I write my secrets on the bathroom mirror, like Jesus, before wiping them away to check my hair.
- Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
- You Forget Sometimes There Was Sunshine Back Then
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- like nothing ever was
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- I was sure it was her
- surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- 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 emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- I kissed her in the hair
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
- All he left her was alone
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- Fields of sunshine bloom as the midnight in her dress falls away, replaced by moonlight.
- Napster was like the lamp with the wrong pricetag
- Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
- I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
- like a tiger without her mountain
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair IV
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
- Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window
- Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
- What seemed like tenderness was really weakness
- You taste like salt and sunshine
- I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
- Once when I got like this I thought I was building a boat
- If I was beautiful like you
- Jesus was a reactionary reformer, just like Martin Luther in later years.
- Like a day without sunshine
- Two of them. Hovering there like bloated gas giants in the heavens. Good God, it was beautiful.
- because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
- I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
- 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.
- seizing on a Nugget of Truth and wielding it like it was a club
- My skin felt like I was falling
- Morning was like an ex-wife's bruises
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- pubic hair
- Short hair on women
- hair dryer
- Hair dye
- Bad hair day
- hair of the dog
- I will wait for you in the ruins of the food court near what was once the Cinnabon
- wake up hair
- I want anime hair, and then some
- hair band
- body hair
- feathered hair
- tangled hair
- Home hair surgery
- Hair of the dog that bit you
- wild hair
- Dirt in my hair and toenails
- hair trigger
- messy hair
- Tea Hair
- Sister Golden Hair
- Pubic hair color
- Gray hair
- Mouth full of cat hair
- Your hair has turned white
- hair shelf
- Life with Blue Hair
- The Genetics of Hair Color
- The philosophy of long hair
- Hair Cuttery
- brown eyes, brown hair
- dreams of red hair
- One more gray hair
- hair metal
- Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair in the Moonlight
- mesh my soul within a woman's hair
- Your hair curls darkly back
- Colorful Hair
- Removing pubic hair
- Pubic Hair Concept
- The New Wave Of American Hair Metal
- naturally curly hair
- I walked around all day with a pubic hair on my face
- my roommate's girlfriend's hair in my cereal
- Washing your hair
- Yuko Hair Straightening System
- Black is the Colour of my True Love's Hair
- hair clippers
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