Findings:
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- 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
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- 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.
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- 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
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
- 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 always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- This was when I knew my childhood was over
- she lit her thumb on fire
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- She flies with her own wings
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She always was devious in her beauty
- She practices her speech
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- Shelley Breedlove and her rare identical quadruplets
- From Her to Eternity
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She knew what she was doing
- I knew she wasn't faking
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- She saved me from Hylas' fate
- How Higher Education Ruined Movies From My Childhood
- Childhood Songs From Baltimore and Beyond
- 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.
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- serene. She sips her tea
- 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
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- She threw herself from the bed
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- It's okay. I thought I knew her too.
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- I watched her from afar
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- I Knew Her Through a Window
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- She tries to hold the wind, stop it from crying
- Inches away from her face
- In the Fifties, a visitor from Great Britain to New York City notices a young Black woman driving a limousine. A portly middle-aged man, race undetermined, is in the back. Tell her story.
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
- I bet she drinks from the bottle
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- I knew that. My brain just chose to withhold that information from me.
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- the way she wears her weary
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She Will Have Her Way
- she had already found her party
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- 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 is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- She knows no truth except her own.
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- She asked me to read her a poem
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- Necessary to a happy childhood
- Save your childhood
- Random childhood memory #327
- Childhood traumas
- A Rainbow Brite Childhood
- Shenanigans of Childhood
- Ruminations on a childhood lost to expectations
- My childhood characters
- Reliving my childhood on shrooms
- Guileless childhood
- Childhood memories
- Childhood habits
- Childhood vaccines
- Ecology of a Cracker Childhood
- childhood amnesia
- the invention of childhood
- Small Town Thinking (High School) vs. City Childhood
- The Soft Meadow of my Childhood
- Childhood apraxia of speech
- After childhood, we are too used to understanding everything.
- Ake: The Years of Childhood
- as if you were again young and chasing a childhood sweetheart
- 3rd Rock from the Sun
- Bastard Operator from Hell
- You're not from around here, are you?
- From Dusk Till Dawn
- You can't get there from here
- from
- The Cat from Outer Space
- Theme from Shaft
- Argument from Evil
- Notes from the Underground
- from scratch
- Argument from Non-Belief
- Polaroids from the Dead
- Hating religion is different from hating an ethnic group
- Good from far, but far from good
- From the Earth to the Moon
- The In Sound from Way Out!
- Argument from Design
- There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
- A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, April 23, 1906
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