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- Her faith informed his fiction
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- Take Her up to Monto
- I don't want to see her
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- She flies with her own wings
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- serene. She sips her tea
- A rose in candlelight, her curves dance upon the wall
- Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
- her dopeness_root (category)
- woman and her husband
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- Her Unhappyluck
- Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs
- blood and carnage and her slow ascent
- I can see her face
- Her Majesty
- to let her know
- Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
- I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
- My mother wants her mother to die
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her
- Can You Forgive Her?
- somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
- Admiring the sanctity of her place settings
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- I still love her (user)
- Is this the world of her heart?
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- The Life and Adventures of Trobadora Beatrice as Chronicled by her Minstrel Laura
- they called her the Great Wall. she'd already been breached a thousand times.
- Herr
- Her Handwriting
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- notes I never gave her
- He gave her a daisy
- November on her way to winter
- The words beneath her words
- Electrify her with a studded rubber nub
- I love her backwards
- All of her seconds were unencumbered
- Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
- her reflection is safe
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
- Small bits of glitter accidently left on her eyelashes
- The Author to Her Book
- The woman with her legs apart
- Her knees
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- A soft wonder bites her lips
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- I am a mental construct in her head
- The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Faun
- Her way to the top
- Silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint
- the pelican in her piety
- Diana and Her Companions
- All that’s left of her is black print
- Her smile
- My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
- let her take me, feed on me, devour me
- her lips on mine
- Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- Feel her pain
- The World I Made for Her
- My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- The Huntress Neglects Her Children
- Center of her own attention
- Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
- Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
- Elizabeth I's decision to deal with her financial problems
- I keep her in my pocket
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- I miss 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 is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- Making her presence known
- her eyes
- I watched her from afar
- My girlfriend and her pillow
- Tiny snow noises and her footsteps
- Her legs shifting underneath the desk
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- Her presumptive green lipstick shown across the room
- Slap Her... She's French
- Herr Lehmann
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- wake up and find her still there
- her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
- But would you eat the peanuts from her shit?
- The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- right under her surface
- A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
- Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
- Just kiss her
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- Lady writing a Letter with Her Maid
- He breaks her heart on a daily basis
- Testing her patience
- To Her Coy Mistress
- she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
- I never saw her again
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
- Today I saw her again
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- Tell Laura I love her
- Want (the state of not having her)
- If you could see her through my eyes
- Only her big toes were painted
- Cherish her viscosity
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- Take Her in Your Arms
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- The Soul selects her own Society
- her kitty cat (user)
- If only I could get into her head
- Her fluidity under a thin sheet
- Herr Kartoffelkopf hat das Tal seltsam gerettet
- Anna and her Mother: spinning me in circles
- Her echo
- These pictures are her past. These pictures are my future.
- green blood excites her Japanese sweaters
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- I don't owe you sympathy. You owed it to her.
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- The tears of the earth keep her smile in blooms
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- Property of Her Majesty The Queen
- using a circle to dot her "i"s
- The movie in her mind
- her breasts are her trademark
- I think I fell in love with her right then and right there
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Gudrun sends her Sons to avenge Swanhild
- Morrison's Lament
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
- The waitress unbuttoned her reticence slowly
- her eyes were brimming with souls
- i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
- I dug my claws in her heart
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- Her, eating apples
- her arms around me
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
- Her raised middle finger came into focus
- Dig up her bones
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- i clung to her cloak. (or flew)
- Her achilles heel
- His and Her Circumstances
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- The Pope and Her Yaks
- The Nun in her Smock
- I see drops of her everywhere
- her today and gone tomorrow
- Her Majesty's Government
- putting down her palette and brushes
- Her braid; I obeyed
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- watching her dance
- Don't tell her she's beautiful
- Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
- Reply (Crumpled on Her Desk)
- Ozma and Her Friends
- Ask her if she's got an answer
- We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
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