Findings:
- She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
- I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
- She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
- She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
- She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
- When she was bad
- someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- What the hell was she thinking?
- Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
- She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
- Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- She Was 18, It Was Summer
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- She was locked in time
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
- she was just the dry smell of gasoline
- She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- She always was devious in her beauty
- She saved me from Hylas' fate
- She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- To a girl who thought she was moving away
- She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
- She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
- She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- She was too beautiful to be human
- She is and was
- He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
- 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.
- Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- She was very beautiful. Y'know?
- She knew what she was doing
- She was coming out as he was going in.
- She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
- She was steady
- 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.
- The one thing I wanted more than anything was for someone, just once, to tell me they don't know what they'd do without me
- He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
- There is nothing growing here, in the space between she and me
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- I was once smaller than a jellybean, but now look at me - I am macroscopic!
- She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
- "He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
- She was so pleased to learn that she was right
- piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
- She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- The flowers smiled, but she was gone
- I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
- 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
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She was so tall, and I was so in love
- And when she came back she was nobody's wife
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- The House on the Island Where She Was Born
- I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
- She was free
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
- She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- Because, perhaps she was cold
- I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
- Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
- She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- She didn't know what outside was anymore.
- She taught me some moves, including stealthy exits.
- She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- Besides the part where she was the only one
- She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
- she was waylaid by an octopus
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- No one older than twenty-five was stupid enough to take a job here.
- The rock under my foot that told me I was real when I was an adult
- one was giving me the eye but nothing came of it
- Just standing there, wearing my boxers, in my driveway. I was watching the stormfront. You were watching me.
- You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
- She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
- It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
- This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
- By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
- She might not need me. But then again she might.
- She looks at me and she laughs
- At Least It Was Here
- Would you love me if I was a worm
- By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever here
- That one makes me scream, she said
- I Hear it was Charged Against Me
- I was me before being me was cool.
- I was pretty sure that wasn't how slasher films were supposed to end, but you won't see me complaining.
- She told me she wouldn't
- Listen to me, because I am in the soapbox. This is the voice of the soapbox. I am calling to you. Do you hear the sounds of my soaply siren song? My syntactically sweet strumming along to sequential sequestrations of symmetrically snakey st
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- Democracy assassinated the family that was here
- It was always hot here
- She writes like the wind moves
- The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
- She approached me with some vague line
- She told me I'd make a good Satan
- 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.
- She told me to say that
- She said she loved me
- I was a homeless bum
- BROOKS WAS HERE
- She tells me she drives a truck.
- She Blinded Me With Science
- 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.
- Here were the words I was waiting for, without the part I wanted
- Here lies one whose name was writ in water
- She Speaks to Me
- She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
- She told me she remembers three things about me
- Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
- texting, she tells me anarchy will remain an important ideology
- My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
- When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
- some say he was never here at all
- the space was filled with love like light and that made me shine as well
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- She Moved Through The Fair
- She Gave Sweet Love To Me
- better off with him than here with me
- Death was a part of me then, too.
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- She misses me
- She pulled the "I love you" on me
- She Loves Me
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She just looks at me
- She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
- I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
- I was the liar; here is the truth
- collecting on old debts from when mom was a loan shark
- I was shaking, but not from the cold
- everyone who ever told me i was pretty was lying.
- There is no one here to stop me from using this silence.
- 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
- This book was stolen from the Harvard College Library. It was later recovered. The thief was sentenced to two years at hard labor.
- She asked me to read her a poem
- born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
- My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me
- sifting sand to find fading past in smooth stones, sorrow was here
- that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
- And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- I'm wishing Jesus was here again
- Kilroy was here
- She asked me to stop dreaming of death
- Why is she really here?
- bringing me back to when less was worth more
- I Wish My Brother George Was Here
- She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
- She is all I am listening to here
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
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