Findings:
- 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
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- serene. She sips her tea
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- Her name is Claire
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- she had already found her party
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She always was devious in her beauty
- Her name was Natalie
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- She practices her speech
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- She asked me to read her a poem
- She knows no truth except her own.
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- 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
- 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.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- 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 never mine. I always shared her.
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- Her name is Rebecca
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- the way she wears her weary
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- 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.
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- she lit her thumb on fire
- It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- She Will Have Her Way
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- She flies with her own wings
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She always confused her greys with white.
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- She writes like the wind moves
- At her mirror, his muse
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- Can You Forgive Her?
- She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
- her first time
- His 'N' Hers
- The first time I saw her
- GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
- I can see her face
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years
- 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.
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- her eyes can't find you at first
- Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- Telling Anna you love her the first time
- Ducks can swim. What about her pearls?
- We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- His and Her Circumstances
- The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
- when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
- About the things you could not show her
- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- And she's walking as if her feet hurt
- she named it killer and took it to the beach to play in the sand
- 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 fell in love with her first
- her lips on mine
- Her back
- Her Royal Highness
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- I never saw her again
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- The Woman and Her Hen
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
- I don't think of her
- Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
- putting on her makeup
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- I do not see her
- Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- a total loss of control over her life
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- Her Handwriting
- Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
- The Lark and Her Young Ones
- Take Her up to Monto
- Written in her French Psalter
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- I daydream of her
- The Author to Her Book
- Take Her in Your Arms
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