Findings:
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- She flies with her own wings
- Sleep to Dream Her
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- The child, she cannot sleep
- 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
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- serene. She sips her tea
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She always was devious in her beauty
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She knows no truth except her own.
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- she lit her thumb on fire
- 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.
- My grandma died yesterday. Did she die?
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- We light candles on the day she died
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- my baby sleeps on her head
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- When she died
- 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
- She asked me to read her a poem
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- She always confused her greys with white.
- pretends to sleep as he looks her over
- She Sleeps
- She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress, never graduating up in size to add a lover.
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- 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 bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- 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 perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- the way she wears her weary
- 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
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- She Will Have Her Way
- she had already found her party
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She practices her speech
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- I told her I couldn't sleep
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- 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.
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- dy/dx
- Peter died clean
- Thai Dyed Suicide
- The Day that ______ Died
- I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
- The day Hal died
- The day the FIAT died
- Tie dyed sunshine toilet
- The Night the Reindeer Died
- Dy
- The Night Pat Murphy Died
- The Field Where I Died
- Divorced beheaded died, divorced beheaded survived
- Epitaph, upon a Child that died
- Sleep is too valuable a thing to let go of so easily
- Substitutes for Love III
- DYY
- Convincing your girlfriend that you died so she'll learn to appreciate you
- No one has died
- My mother just died
- SPI Died For Your Sins
- The day I died
- Seven mice, forced to listen to music by The Prodigy, died
- One of my IRC friends died and I don't know how to feel
- The operation succeeded but the patient died
- dyed in the wool
- How to comfort someone whose parent has died
- A man has died
- Many Bothans died to bring us this information
- Oh yeah, and my dad died.
- He Never Died
- My Thoughts Died Today
- Many have died; you also will die.
- Am I dying? Have I died?
- My dad died
- George Floyd Died for Our Sin
- Jesus died cursing
- The Night the Music Died
- Everything Died on the Vine That Summer
- It Was a Beautiful Day When Aunt Norma Died
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- Rosy Palm and her five daughters
- hers
- her
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- Do Her
- Herr
- Her braid; I obeyed
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- What do I call her?
- Calling her number and having a male voice answer
- Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- Her name was Natalie
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- Pig on her back
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- To Her Door
- I was sure it was her
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